Fun is where you find it. Family, friends, strangers have all been fun to know and be around. Fun was fishing as a boy, hunting with both of my grandfathers, my Christmas present when I was 12 of a Model 12/28gauge. Fun was my first blue marlin. Fun was watching everyone of my kids be born and watching them grow up.
I may be one of the last living people to have seen and heard a punt gun used on the Chesapeake bay. I was there, but not in charge. Adding 30 to my age tells me I am the only one in that group who is alive. I might have been the only non smoker among the group. That was back in Smith Island with a cousin who had the punt gun. He claimed it was lost about a year later but I suspect that was a story told to take the heat off.
Fun was killing 10 ducks when we had a point system and still being legal within the daily point limit. Teal were ten points on a hundred point system. I shot ten teal, once in my life. And no I did not go ten for ten, but used up less than a box of shells.
Fun is watching my father’s last hunt with my two sons. 15/23 on doves that day. Not bad for a 90 year old man, with a borrowed gun and one working eye. Gives me hope I’ll have a bit more fun.
Fun is being with or watching others fish, hunt or just talk about their family memories. Almost like being there sometimes. Fun is what this board has been for me for nearly 30 years. Fun is planning to introduce my grandkids to shooting and fishing so they can return the favor for their kids and grandkids. Fun is sometimes things I did, sometimes things I did for others or what they did for me. Fun is where you find it if you are smart enough to know it is fun at the time.
