This past weekend, we went to the husband unit’s sister’s home. Their mom turned 90 and all her kids, grandkids, and great grandkids surprised her with a family reunion type party.
Truthfully, I’m not really crazy about any of them, but tolerate a few. The feeling is probably mutual.
When I went inside the house for something, I saw a 12pt buck mounted in a living room.
Seizing the opportunity to get out of mingling I asked a curmudgeony non-mingler about it and about the flint lock under it. That started a conversation that did two things:
1) It kept me from having to go back out and socialize
2) It was something I was interested in, which made time pass
The conversation skipped from the mount to hunting to guns and I was invited to the room where the toys were kept. Shotguns, rifles, and all manner of bows. Vintage ammunition that isn’t made anymore and a .22 lever action that I’ve never seen, and couldn’t tell you what it even was, other than it was purchased brand new during the Great Depression for $7.00. There were cabinets full of stuff like that.
Totally made the day worth it.
When we pulled out of the drive to start toward home, we headed down a country road that edged a little lake. We saw a boy about 14 years old or so, leisurely walking along side the road with a .22 rifle propped over his shoulder. How often do you see THAT anymore?
Gotta love small towns in the MidWest.
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It sounds like you found a Holy Grail with the Clan of the Fusil. Months or years may go by and when the next gathering happens the non-socialites will have a common ground to help shoot the time away. :)
"Gotta love small towns in the MidWest"
Living the in the slow lane does have advantages. As for any disadvantages, just like days of yore, you learn to live without them new fangled "necessities". I know of one small Midwestern town where an old coot wanders the roadsides and tracks with two hound dogs while cradling a long arm ...
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