The pot hunter

[skeeter@ccia.com]

Yep, those were the good ole days. Bag full of what ever it was you went after. Don't shoot it if you don't intend to eat it was the big word from dad. Bunnies were everywhere back then too..many a day with the unks, dad, beagles but the unk had it made. He would come home, hang his catch on the pole and his wife would skin, cook and everything.. I just paid a visit to an elderly neighbor that grew up in these parts and got to see a 10pt his dad got back when if you seen a deer and got a picture of it, they would put on front page of paper headlines. I gave him some of my catch that I got from his farm as he said he loves it but too old to get out now. Memories, have many but don't forget to make more...for you...and those that follow.