I wrote a piece back in November about hunting season, and how it wasn’t going to be the same with my Dad not being around. I saw in my web analytics tool today where I got a referral link from the website of The Blue Ridge Bear and Coon Club. I went out to take a look at the site, since I had not seen it before (it looks like a fairly recent creation). Anyway – I was browsing through some pictures that were posted there, and found this one, from the good ol’ days. I’m guessing, based on the haircut and lack of facial hair that this was circa 1975:
That’s me on the left, and my brother John washing dishes. Judging from the window, it was either very early, or after sundown. Looking pretty bleary-eyed; after a couple/four days without a shower, you started to get a little weary. Remembering back to those days, though, I wouldn’t trade them for anything.
