Growing up our tradition was deer hunting. Ask my sister Susie, recently she told me about her experience with Grandpa Gus deer hunting. It didn't stick with her, I don't think she has been back! But its a memory she hasn't forgotten in 50+ years!
My memories of my Grandfather are about deer hunting. He took me when I was 5. My Dad wounded a deer and went after it and we waited in the jeep. It was the
Deer hunting was my Dad's only regularly scheduled vacation. 3-5 days in Southern Utah every October. The 3rd Sat to be exact. Kenny, Alex, Dallas, Ralph, Kenny David; the usual suspects. I was always the kid, camp gofer. Everything from firewood to bartender. Chief hunter too. By the time I was 16 and could hunt, the adults were more interested in playing gin rummy and drinking expensive scotch than hunting so I got to hunt alot!
I've tried to carry on the tradition with my kids. Some more successfully than others! 4 of the 5 have hunted with me, 3 of them have killed deer. I only hope as my grand kids get older, we can keep the tradition. Id like to see the 5th generation create more McClintock memories.
Thanks Gus, whenever I look at "Bessie" I think of that day 53 years ago.
