| For me the holiday season was always the most | | | | bullshit was one of those sacred words as a kid |
| rewarding time of the year as a child interested in | | | | you used to say just out of ear shot of mom |
| hunting. I had every issue of deer and deer | | | | and dad. It had it's own mystique about it |
| hunting magazine to fill in during the non-holiday | | | | altogether back then. |
| months. But hearing and seeing hunting as a kid | | | | When I was growing up a gun rack displayed in |
| can never be replaced..those memories will stick | | | | the back of the truck with a gun laying in it was |
| with you the rest of your years. During Christmas | | | | normal. I recall one year my father and I where |
| and Thanksgiving, we started a tradition. My | | | | working outside in a near blizzard. Our house was |
| Grandfather, God rest his soul, used to sit down | | | | surround by woods. The snow was heavy enough |
| after the meal and tell us of all the deer hunting | | | | that it used to build up on sagging branches from |
| stories he remembered growing up. For me their | | | | the extra weight of the snow.. making it look like |
| was no better story teller that lived. | | | | Christmas is supposed to look every year. We |
| He seemed to bring back his memories in full color | | | | were expecting my favorite uncle to arrive and |
| HD detail in my mind. A lot of those stories are | | | | that he did with his gun rack and gun laying in it in |
| fleeting at best, I am sure he added in his own | | | | his old ford truck. |
| little exaggerated touches but back then it didn't | | | | So happens he ran out of his truck with his gun in |
| matter. That is what Deer Camp stories did for | | | | hand pointing and said look at that huge partridge. |
| me in D&DH magazine in the off season too. | | | | Back then the partridge appeared to be three |
| My Dad used to call my grandfather a bullshitter | | | | feet tall as it sat on an old sturdy willow branch. |
| and never fully understood that till after growing | | | | Its head and shoulders were covered with snow |
| up and experiencing life for myself. I think this life | | | | and just sat their looking at my uncle. All of a |
| needs bullshitters to carry on that tradition of | | | | sudden you hear boom and feathers going |
| deer hunting we have all come to love. | | | | everywhere like when you bust open one of your |
| I should always watch what I say because with | | | | mothers feather pillows she got for you for |
| the PC their could be a small child on here | | | | Christmas. Looking you see that glorious partridge |
| collecting those hunting stories like I collected | | | | in all its splendor laying on the ground. Yea those |
| them from my grandfather. Although the word | | | | memories are sacred and worth writing about. |