donforrester1947 posted: " I'm not a big fan of redneck jokes but let me add this one. You might be a redneck if your favorite season of the year doesn't fall into the category of spring, summer, autumn (fall) or winter. Some of you think I'm off my rocker because there " Carpe Diem
I'm not a big fan of redneck jokes but let me add this one. You might be a redneck if your favorite season of the year doesn't fall into the category of spring, summer, autumn (fall) or winter. Some of you think I'm off my rocker because there are only four seasons from which to choose. I beg to differ.
If you were to ask my son or his children to identify their favorite season of the year, I strongly suspect they would all intuitively answer that it is hunting season. I'm not suggesting they fall into the redneck category, but it wouldn't take much to push them in that direction.
My grandkids got an early start. Jeanna and William went with their dad and another U.S. Marine bear hunting when Craig was stationed at the Mountain Warfare Training Center in Northern California. It was as though Uncle Sam was offering the chance of a lifetime. If you have an inkling for hunting and fly fishing, that venue would seem like paradise.
Jenna and William were in carriers strapped to the backs of the two hunters. I think the kids were ages one and two years at time. They may have been as old as two and three. I won't suggest that prudent judgement would dictate that both children were too young, but you might be a redneck if your thought that was okay.
To my son's credit, he has taught his kids the value of eating everything they shoot. When we went to visit shortly after he shot a bear with one of his kids strapped to his back, we were introduced to our first taste of grilled bear. As I recall, there was bacon wrapped around the outside edges. Bacon on anything draws me in like a hummingbird discovering nectar.
It may surprise you to learn that I'm a fan of hunting season. My favorite season of the year is spring. Spring showcases the message of Easter when outdoor plants that appear lifeless from the winter's freeze, begin to put forth new growth. The transformation is awe-inspiring.
I am a fan of hunting season because Craig and crew are available for extended visits. Somehow, the draw of the hillcountry has a magnetic appeal to them. They somehow find the time to camp out with us in order to hunt. I am always happy to share that time with them.
Because they love to hunt, I am confident that although they may not be home for Christmas, we will see them often between November 4 and January 21. That is more than good enough for me.
Fortunately, through the kindness of Craig's cousin, having a place to hunt doesn't pose a problem. He lives on a ranch in Johnson City and has always made his place available for Craig and his kids to use for hunting.
My interest in hunting is limited to the use of the camera on my iPhone. I didn't need to leave the comfort of my home to take the two pictures I posted with this blog. They were taken with the view of the 13th green through our kitchen window.
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