So here I am this morning, 7:00 AM watching the TV news and I notice this shadow out of the corner of my eye. It was a person stealthly slipping into my quiet private computer room. Whoa! Grasshopper No.3. He had been plowing snow since 5:00 PM last night and just needed a “break”. That means he had been working for 24 hours straight. Aren’t there labor laws?
There are some birthdays coming up. Grandson Tommy has a birthday on Thanksgiving day. I think this is No. 14. I know Tommy has his first hunting license and is planning on hitting the north woods right after Thanksgiving. I’m sure his heart is “aflutter”.
Speaking of deer hunting, Grandson Dominic headed north with Grandpa Jerry for opening day. I haven’t heard anything. If Dominic had shot his first deer, the electronic world would have been lit up with pictures. Hopefully this is the year. Dominic’s other Grandpa (me) could use some “hot sticks”.
My side of the family did not introduce me to deer hunting. My Grandpa Chalk (my Dad’s Dad), owned a hunting lodge up north with about 4-5 partners. It was a group of owners that included the Chief of Police, the Mayor and some other prominent business people in town. Chalk would leave to go deer hunting but with his bad leg, I not sure how much serious hunting got done. I remember seeing pictures of his lodge buddies sitting around a “card table”. Chalk died at age 47. I don’t know what happened to his ownership in the lodge.
To finish the deer memories, my Grandpa Jiggs bought Wildwood Lodge up north on Lake Nemacagan. He had about 6-7 small cabins to rent and they were always full during deer hunting season. Jiggs was an excellent hunter and fisherman. Why didn’t he teach his Grandson Chuck the skills of the trade?
Thanksgiving on Thursday. I think I’m getting treated to a “free-range” turkey”. I don’t know what that means. Should I be worried?
Love,
Dad