Every year during the late summer I take a trip to an area up near the Canadian border for the purpose of scouting deer hunting spots. This year I took a young gentleman that works with me who was lucky enough to draw a moose tag so the trip was two fold in purpose. This young man is an avid deer hunter in the town that he resides in so he has a pretty good idea what goes on out there in the woods although he has had limited experience in what is called remote area hunting. What makes this yearly trip so enjoyable is that you are looking at new areas that were logged last year as well as old standby areas. I also like the fact that the phones don’t work. It’s like going back in time, if you consider the eighties going back in time. One thing I notice really quick when I get out there is that it is the same now as it was then for me.
It didn’t take long for the friendly banter to start when we were looking at tracks and other sign. Comments ranged from “that small track is from a deer you could drag out kid” to, when I pointed out a spot where I had taken a deer many years ago, “You realize old man that I wasn’t even born when you got that deer”. I still have some work to do on my Clint Eastwood icy stare.
Of course there were times when the conversation turned to a serious nature when we were discussing family, work and life in general. I came to realize that any advice this “old timer”, his words not mine, was to remember that your family and friends are the most important thing in life. Whenever I am out there in the woods it is easier for me to remember this. We all have different points of view and that is what makes all of us different. It is not being disrespectful or attacking someone for being critical of a point of view. It just means you disagree. That is fine. What a boring world we would live in if we were all the same.
On the way home we did not turn on the radio and just kept arguing on what was the best caliber to
hunt with and what methods worked best. We both came to the conclusion that it was a great day and he admitted when he got old he would probably use my methods and I admitted I used to hit the woods hard like he does now. We both went home with a smile on our faces to our respective families.
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