Originally Posted by KY Jon
I coexist with snakes. They have their place and I my own. If they bother me or my family I adjust their place. Few things will increase your heart rate like flipping over a John boat and find a snake or snakes under it or in the bottoms between the seat and bottom of the boat. Been there and done that. Something like sweet J came out of my mouth. But they went their way and I went duck hunting so all was good. I did keep an eye out for a straggler. None came out.

It is so nice to see that young fellow looking at all those birds. I hope grandpa gets many hunts with him. Some of my earliest hunting memories are with my grandfathers. Both men made time to take me with them. I still fondly recall the smell of one of their pipe smoke and the other always brought a small bag of peanuts for me to shell and eat as he talked with me. Being five or six being the center of attention with him was gold. And I still love the smell of pipe smoke, coffee and peanuts.


Very nice post...I'm a very lucky man. My two son's have turned out to be fine young men. Never in trouble and hard working. They know right fron wrong and are responsible members of society.

I know Will is going to raise my Grandson right.

BWT, I'm a pipe smoker!

Best Regards

Greg

Gregory J. Westberg
MSG, USA
Ret