I made many a mile following gramps through the Keechi Creek bottom, chasing red and grey squirrels.
Grandma either made squirrel and dumplings or fried them up and tenderized them in a pressure cooker!
I've probably eaten a pickup load of the little fuzzy critters! LOL!
Lot'sa good memories with me and "The Ranger". Lost him in 1973!
He took me hunting and fishing when dad was working and couldn't go.
Great memories!
BTW! If you two hunt/fish together, get her to ke rrt p a hunting journal. She doesn't have to rewrite "War and Peace". Just a short narrative of what happened.
Been keeping one 20 years now. Blows my mind when I go back and read. It's amazing what you forget.
