If the hunters were successful, we might have quail or dove for supper. Watch out for the buckshot! I was fascinated by all the pockets on the hunting vests and was never sure how convenient that pouch in the back was for carrying home the birds.
My dad's family also loved to fish. My Great Grandpa had a storage room in his barn where he kept his fishin' poles and lures. It was decorated with lots of years of farm calendars. I wish I had that stuff now! I think my dad has his fly rod.
I've only gone trout fishing one time. My grandparents took me to Cimarron Canyon, New Mexico with them one summer. I spent a lot of time trying to catch a fish under a rock downstream from me. I'd cast my line and let it drift to where he was hiding. He'd grab the hook, I'd give a yank, and come up empty handed--again! Grandad Marvin saw my distress, cast his line in and the darn fish stayed hooked for him! I guess it was age before beauty!
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