Friends forgotten for awhile…

The past likes to creep up on you, some good some bad memories. It’s always there in your mind. Someplace in a cupboard you don’t usually open or have forgotten in a box buried in the garage or the attic covered with dust, but always there. Someone, someplace you have not thought of in years and all of a sudden it pops up.

Hurry, hurry, hurry, oops too late…

I was always in a hurry it seemed.

Always trying to catch up or do things that should have been done yesterday.

My Dad said I always worked like I was killing snakes, I said I had good teachers.

One particular day I was in a big hurry and needed to clean out my pickup so I could…

Pete the babysitter..

My first trip to the Bitterroot Mountains to hunt was when I was 6 or 7. My Dad took us along with our 22 rifles and our enthusiasm.
He of course wanted to hunt with his pals and anyone who ever hunted elk in the High Country knows you don’t take two little boys in the wilderness with you. So what to do?,,,

Remembering… I “member that”…

When I think about my early life and how to describe it I’m reminded of my daughter when she was small, if you asked her if she remembered something she would reply ” I member that”. Well I like to “member that” too. The sights and sounds of my early years are…

High, Wide, and Handsome

They went “High, Wide and Handsome” was something my Dad always said when someone got a pocketful of” Getus” (money) and went to town presumably to spend the “Getus” buying a new Stetson, boots, cowboy shirt, haircut, maybe a bath and possibility buying drinks for the whole bar called “Timber”. This would also apply to…