funny how things go....a bud phoned me the other day saying he needed to clean out his mom's big old deepfreeze. He wanted to know if i wanted any of it for a startup bear bait. So I said sure.
I met his Dad maybe 15 years ago, who, Im guessing was 70 odd at the time.
I liked him right off. I would often find myself at their camp on the banks of the St Marys river sharing strong tea and cookies with Wilson. Ive knocked on their camp door at midnight, looking for help tracking a bear! Within minutes...we were headed out. Of course, I was offered strong tea and cookies first.
I loved his old hunting stories, and more so, his fishing tales of mighty Atlantics back in the hayday. Good times!
While unwrapping all the stuff from deep down in the deepfreze.....I couldnt help but think of Wilson and his camp, strong tea, and cookies!
I unwrapped some frezer burned deer meat, many nice freezer burned trout, and at least one very old chunk of atlantic salmon.
I wanted one more cup of that strong tea in the worst way while sitting at his camps kitchen table, watching the river go by, listening to another story of the glory days.
And, as only a hunter or fisher would understand.....I feel that somehow, someway, it was not only proper, but was practically righteous to be sharing some of Wilson's catch from days when he was still with us and making that strong tea he liked to share so much, with a woodland creature such as a bear.
I think he would have approved.....at least I hope....