When I was in 10th grade my mom said I could stay the whole 2 weeks at deer camp with my 80 year old grandpa. It was just the 2 of us with grandma making breakfast at 4am each morning and packing our lunches. We came home to a warm dinner and a pepsi & whiskey...I was 6 years from legal drinking age yet. I'll never forget it as long as I live.
My chemistry teacher tried to fail me when I got back, but couldn't when I aced the final. My geography teacher gave me an A when a I gave him a stick of venison summer sausage. A good man, that guy.
I learned more those 2 weeks hunting with gramps than I ever did in all of 10th grade - not all of it fit to print! I sure miss him.
Yeah, this is the STUFF that makes it special !
Paul.
"Kids who grow up hunting, fishing & trapping, do not mug little old Ladies"
