I went out a day early to prep camp and get a little quiet time in before the others arrived. The scattered showers turned into rain on Thursday night that did not end until about noon Saturday. We all slept in. My B-I-L drove to town to get some lumber
and I went with him. On the way out of the woods we found a large black case in the middle of the road. Figuring a hunter
would take it, We put it in the truck and went to town. When we came back from town, just as we turned in to the road, a small red car coming down the hill lost
a hubcap. We stopped him and pointed out the hub cap. I then asked him if anyone in his party had lost
anything. He knew what was in the case. Then I told him to peek in the back of the truck as I got out of ours. The man ran up and gave me a hug and called me an honest man. Precious stuff with witnesses no less!
When the rain stopped, we hung some ladder stands and hunted Saturday evening. My B-I-L, Dad, and two Nephews. When my B-I-L started yelling to wake everyone up at 5 am this morning between the bantering, it became obvious that one voice was missing. My nephew walked in to coax his Gramps out of bed
Gramps in now hunting in different hunting grounds. Nothing he loved more in life than hunting or fishing
with his grandsons. He went quietly in his sleep at hunting camp surrounded by loved ones. It was the way he always said would be the best way possible.
While the others drove out to where they could get phone reception
to call 911 and family
, I waited there. Just as the sun began to peek over the ridge, with the moon still high in the morning sky, Coyotes likely, but they began to howl like wolves and sang for about five minutes. It was almost as if they said farewell. I know that isn't why, but standing there it lifted my heart for a few minutes.
Still kind of reeling from the 5 AM events
of this morning.
We lost the patriarch but the family
is strong still. No wise thoughts to offer at this time.