We all do it. We all race through our lives underestimating the impacts of special people until they are gone. It is then we have regrets that we can’t somehow call them back to our sides for a visit as we did when we were young. … Read the rest
Ye Olde Trapper Bob 1961. We were 17 years old.
A Lost Friend-(written in 1993, 20 years ago now.) This illustrates a form of friendship I feel with all I share this outdoor world. It is a friendship that feels distinctly different from other friendships.… Read the rest
I was one lucky kid
My dad’s friends were almost all hunters and fishermen. My dad had acquired coon hounds just before I was born and began hunting those hounds in the woodlots of his various employers. He also had beagle hounds for rabbits and pheasants. … Read the rest
My earliest recollections are difficult to dredge from the dim past, as are early childhood memories for most of us.
I lived in eastern Pennsylvania just twenty miles from the western boundary of Philadelphia. It isn’t possible for younger people who have seen that area today to picture what it was like in my childhood. … Read the rest