I think I detect some good natured scarcasm here..And thats fine. If this thread seemed a little over powering I apologize to those offended.No matter what type of hunting we engage in its all good. I was just trying to share some wonderful times that my son and I spent with good friends. Again if this thread was perceived as a boast...it was not mean't to.:)

Dave,

You all give me hard time about my hat, and I in return, give you a hard time about this phantom grouse obsession. It's all different strokes for different folks, you chase after your passions and I'll chase after mine.

Apparently I'm A$$hole of the Week here on the BBS so everything I say is being taken the wrong way. Maybe I'll delete all my posts saying I'm gone forever them come back in three days and act like nothing happened. That seems to work for some......


Best Regards,
Destry aka The Alienator

Dave, No ap. called for . I really liked your entries; I have kids and grandkids too. Just a little fun for the thread. MH there's a fee for the pic(s).

Fred,

A fee???!!!! For a picture of my own family???!!!! That's my great great great grandpappy Cletus Q. Hoffard and his brothers Sirus and Obediah. They were all preachers of course, pillars of the community just like my whole family always has been.


Destry

Fred;
Too bad Robert Service is long gone as I think if he were alive there's a poem in that picture of your chicken camp.

Roger

In case anybody's interested, I came across this yesterday evening while doing a little light reading just before we departed "deer camp'.
I didn't actively search for this but sort of stumbled onto it in the same book where Dave read the "Last Day" by H. P. Sheldon of his son's last day bird hunting with his dad just before WW II broke out.
This is taken from a story by Nash Buckingham called Red Letter Days With Quail written by request of Noel Sheldon, H. P.'s son and was included in the 1947 book Great Hunting and Fishing Stories.

He begins -

Dear Noelly:*
My red-letter day on quail? The one incident high-lighting more than fifty years staring down shotgun ribs at exploding bevies? The one such day I'd prefer re-living? Lad, you almost sent me scurrying to Kodak-books and diaries out-dating the turn of the century. . .

*Noel Sheldon is Hal (Col. H. P.) Sheldon's son. In Nash Buckingham's Derrydale book "Ole Miss", a collection of unpublished stories, is one titled "Surrender to Youth". The Christmas before Mr. Buckingham had given young Noel his old ruck sack, skinning knife and several other "possibles" including a mess kit that had gone through two hot corners in WW I. "Surrender to Youth" tells the story of the ruck sack and Mr Buckingham's reasons for giving it to young Noel Sheldon.

"Noelly" is now full-grown, six feet two, 195 pounds and served in the Army Air Corps.-ed

Dean,

I am away from home today and am running on a shoddy memory. A story I like to reread by Nash Buckingham is "The Playhouse". A poigant tale of post Civil War quail hunting a posted farm with the owner and his grandson. Nash returns to the area post WW I. It is tough for me to read, but I love the story to much not to.

Roger,

Robert Service's "The Men That Don't Fit In" must have had me in mind.....

Harry

Thanks Harry, that is a wonderful story. I have read it a couple of times but not for several years now . . . in fact, I hadn't even remembered the title but definitely remember the story. Now I'm going to find it - I know I have it in my library somewhere - and bring it to deer camp to read in the evening.
Regards, Dean

Dean,

If you have a copy of "The Best of Nash Buckingham" you'll find it there...

Harry

Yes Harry, I have that book. I have been thinking that's where I read it so I'll bring that book with me.
Thanks, Dean