Fond Memories

For me the holiday season was always the mostbullshit was one of those sacred words as a kid
rewarding time of the year as a child interested inyou used to say just out of ear shot of mom
hunting. I had every issue of deer and deerand dad. It had it's own mystique about it
hunting magazine to fill in during the non-holidayaltogether back then.
months. But hearing and seeing hunting as a kidWhen I was growing up a gun rack displayed in
can never be replaced..those memories will stickthe back of the truck with a gun laying in it was
with you the rest of your years. During Christmasnormal. I recall one year my father and I where
and Thanksgiving, we started a tradition. Myworking outside in a near blizzard. Our house was
Grandfather, God rest his soul, used to sit downsurround by woods. The snow was heavy enough
after the meal and tell us of all the deer huntingthat it used to build up on sagging branches from
stories he remembered growing up. For me theirthe 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 colorwere expecting my favorite uncle to arrive and
HD detail in my mind. A lot of those stories arethat he did with his gun rack and gun laying in it in
fleeting at best, I am sure he added in his ownhis old ford truck.
little exaggerated touches but back then it didn'tSo happens he ran out of his truck with his gun in
matter. That is what Deer Camp stories did forhand 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 bullshitterfeet tall as it sat on an old sturdy willow branch.
and never fully understood that till after growingIts head and shoulders were covered with snow
up and experiencing life for myself. I think this lifeand just sat their looking at my uncle. All of a
needs bullshitters to carry on that tradition ofsudden 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 withmothers feather pillows she got for you for
the PC their could be a small child on hereChristmas. Looking you see that glorious partridge
collecting those hunting stories like I collectedin all its splendor laying on the ground. Yea those
them from my grandfather. Although the wordmemories are sacred and worth writing about.