I have spent the last three weeks in the Ozark hills. I've been lost down a four wheel drive road which leads to a small remote cabin hidden away from the rumble of the highway and the big city's neon glow. I watched white tailed deer, wild turkey and squirrels browse and play in my yard every day. I woke to the chatter of squirrels and the chirp of song birds each morning and went to sleep every night listening to the music of coyotes and the great horned owl.
On this remote parcel of wooded land lives a rich heritage and history for me and I had the opportunity to share it with my grand kids on a couple of weeks ends. My nine year old grandson is taking to the woods quite well. He seems to enjoy the outdoors a lot and is very eager to learn woodcraft skills. He is becoming a good tracker and is learning about the habitat of the white tail deer. We found scrapes and rubs throughout the area but saw no head gear during the short time we hunted together this season. He's content to wait 'til next year. He carried his CZ carbine over hill and holler for several days and was still ready for the next hunt. He is of very small stature but lacking nothing of that fire-in-the-gut drive and perseverence the we like to see at such an early age. He's quite a trooper. He's also becoming an excellent shot with this little 7.62x39 rifle and does very well with a 22lr single six Ruger and 38 spcls in the model 19. Not too bad at all for a kid that probably only weighs 60 pounds, covered with mud.
So....I've had a rough couple of weeks, off the beaten path and away from the telephone, the television and the computer. I'm back at the salt mine and I apologize for my lack of response to all the e-mails and the post but I'll try to catch up. I didn't get to see very many old friends while I was in the neighborhood, many apologies there, I just couldn't pry myself from my many tasks at the 'farm'. This 'farm' is undergoing some major renovation, with the recent acquisition of new land and expanding the shooting ranges. Lots of work to be done and very little time. Hopefully it will one day be a 400 yard rifle range and a competitive handgunners dream range, as well as a private hunting preserve for the grand kids. It's good to be back, I need the rest.