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I would not have missed this for the world. I am grateful to have been able to share.
I remember when this little girl was born, she gets all red faced when told I did in fact change her diapers. She laughs when the story is told about her eating the dog biscuits and the dog eating her cereal. The Mom just figured "oh what the hell - the baby and dog have both had their shots...".
She is a teenager now, or offical parental nightmare - depends on whether you ask her, or her parents. All kidding aside, she is a great kid, runs a 4.2 GPA and I always hated smart math folks - especially ones 14 years of age that can in fact explain with pencil and paper just how in the hell one gets a 4.2 GPA out of a possible 4.0.
Grandpa and Grandma - good grief, going to have to enlarge them doors, having a hard time fitting thru them as is.
Seems the Gal has some of this natural talent for shooting her Grandparents have, and passed on down to her daddy. Maternal grandparents could not hit the inside of a 55 gal drum if they were standing in one. They have a lot of fun trying tho'.
It seems there was a break in the schooling and since the first frost has passed, three generations needed to go hunting.
Ever notice how 14 year olds tend to have growth spurts? Ever notice how the female ones have some more needs in areas than boys?
Well...sometimes the rules are made to be broken. LLBean sent a package with some stuff that fits now, including some rubber soled , leather upper boots. Got the Smart socks too...
Another rule was broken and I was invited to actually be in attendance at Academy Sports and another place to "assist in shopping".
There was a catch. Now understand we have three vehicles , mine of course, hey we 'might need a truck" , Grandma's car , and Mom's car. Married men ain't stupid, if'n they gonna fill up the wifey's car - drive it and use up some of "their gas". [yeah I'll wait while you guys write that down]
Mom and dad head over to the ammo, Grandparents head over to some clothes. Me, I get to head with the 14 y/o and pick out sports bras. Like I said - there was a catch. Did you know how many types, variations, styles, colors and such sports bras come in? Well I didn't know either...I do now.
"You don't get all red-faced like daddy and grandpa and grandma especially around undies or as grandma calls them <hushed tone> "unmentionables".
Of course she says this as a Big Bubba in Camo walks by and gives me the look like he wants to either take me out back and choke me or call me a wuss.
You just smile and stand there with the gray sports bra , the silk underwear in hand and make a wise crack about how your new bride does not act or look her age. This causes a 14 y/o to blush and walk smack dab into a stationary buggie. I can play this game too...
Big Bubba runs into the display and gets yelled at by his wife for embarrassing her in public. One guess who wears the pants in that family - and they were not wearing camo...
I can even stand there and give approval on sports bras being tried on over clothes...it helps to think of the song "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd in case any of you guys find yourself in this situation...
Now this is a good kid, being raised right. She has some guns of her own...
<Pouty lip, head hung> "I don't have a shotgun that fits anymore, I've outgrown all of mine and the adults guns are too long in the stock".
I can be as dumb as a brick. I figured we had the sports bras , underclothing, and now time to wander and look at other stuff...."Sweetie, one can shoot a gun too small , they cannot shoot one too big".
"Yeah I know all that, I read all of Brister and Misseldine...still..."
This kid does not whine, does not ask for much, is appreciative and grateful...she has a right to be herself and express feelings.
Well I have played the decoy long enough, allowed the other two vehicles to have stuff hidden in trunks. We get in line and just have to razz Bubba one more time. Only Grandma, Grandpa and Parents were there...Did you know a Big Bubba in camo will walk smooth into the exit door? Yep. All is takes is a 14 y/o to say just loud enough " just wait till we get home to play honeymoon some more". THWACK!
Then you explain to the kids parents and grandparents and they bust out laughing.
At the Parents house. Stuff is laid out and looked thru, the dog gets to play in the sacks...
Kid is excited and grateful of course. She get to trying on stuff and modeling, I make the smart remark about how nice the sports bras look - I get barked at and "shushed".
Grandpas have a special gift. They know just the right time to enter a room with a well worn gun case. The room gets quiet, the grandkid gets all excited and nervous. The grandchild sits on one arm of grandpa's chair and listens intently, smelling the wood, blue and gun oil. A tear plops down to grandpa's lap, grandpa is damn near squeezed to death with a hug.
As taught, the child makes sure the gun is safe. Keeps muzzle safe and moves out into the room and shoulders the gun. "It FITs!".
She then hands the gun to grandma, slips on the Carhart hunting jacket , takes the gun back shoulders the gun again - "It really really FITS!"
All the family get a hug, tears are wiped away...
"How did..."
I'm pointed at, me messing with the dog. "Uncle Steve! How...what...?".
"Darling , I'm the uncle they warn you about, and I did it without newfangled math and I've never gotten a 4.2 nor will I".
Dang - teengagers sure do hug hard.
The original stock is shown to her , will be kept back. You explain being a rebel means breaking the rules - for the proper cause.
Three generations will hunt together, Timeless lessons such as Ruark shared should never be forgotten nor not continued.
Regards,
Steve
I remember when this little girl was born, she gets all red faced when told I did in fact change her diapers. She laughs when the story is told about her eating the dog biscuits and the dog eating her cereal. The Mom just figured "oh what the hell - the baby and dog have both had their shots...".
She is a teenager now, or offical parental nightmare - depends on whether you ask her, or her parents. All kidding aside, she is a great kid, runs a 4.2 GPA and I always hated smart math folks - especially ones 14 years of age that can in fact explain with pencil and paper just how in the hell one gets a 4.2 GPA out of a possible 4.0.
Grandpa and Grandma - good grief, going to have to enlarge them doors, having a hard time fitting thru them as is.
Seems the Gal has some of this natural talent for shooting her Grandparents have, and passed on down to her daddy. Maternal grandparents could not hit the inside of a 55 gal drum if they were standing in one. They have a lot of fun trying tho'.
It seems there was a break in the schooling and since the first frost has passed, three generations needed to go hunting.
Ever notice how 14 year olds tend to have growth spurts? Ever notice how the female ones have some more needs in areas than boys?
Well...sometimes the rules are made to be broken. LLBean sent a package with some stuff that fits now, including some rubber soled , leather upper boots. Got the Smart socks too...
Another rule was broken and I was invited to actually be in attendance at Academy Sports and another place to "assist in shopping".
There was a catch. Now understand we have three vehicles , mine of course, hey we 'might need a truck" , Grandma's car , and Mom's car. Married men ain't stupid, if'n they gonna fill up the wifey's car - drive it and use up some of "their gas". [yeah I'll wait while you guys write that down]
Mom and dad head over to the ammo, Grandparents head over to some clothes. Me, I get to head with the 14 y/o and pick out sports bras. Like I said - there was a catch. Did you know how many types, variations, styles, colors and such sports bras come in? Well I didn't know either...I do now.
"You don't get all red-faced like daddy and grandpa and grandma especially around undies or as grandma calls them <hushed tone> "unmentionables".
Of course she says this as a Big Bubba in Camo walks by and gives me the look like he wants to either take me out back and choke me or call me a wuss.
You just smile and stand there with the gray sports bra , the silk underwear in hand and make a wise crack about how your new bride does not act or look her age. This causes a 14 y/o to blush and walk smack dab into a stationary buggie. I can play this game too...
Big Bubba runs into the display and gets yelled at by his wife for embarrassing her in public. One guess who wears the pants in that family - and they were not wearing camo...
I can even stand there and give approval on sports bras being tried on over clothes...it helps to think of the song "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd in case any of you guys find yourself in this situation...
Now this is a good kid, being raised right. She has some guns of her own...
<Pouty lip, head hung> "I don't have a shotgun that fits anymore, I've outgrown all of mine and the adults guns are too long in the stock".
I can be as dumb as a brick. I figured we had the sports bras , underclothing, and now time to wander and look at other stuff...."Sweetie, one can shoot a gun too small , they cannot shoot one too big".
"Yeah I know all that, I read all of Brister and Misseldine...still..."
This kid does not whine, does not ask for much, is appreciative and grateful...she has a right to be herself and express feelings.
Well I have played the decoy long enough, allowed the other two vehicles to have stuff hidden in trunks. We get in line and just have to razz Bubba one more time. Only Grandma, Grandpa and Parents were there...Did you know a Big Bubba in camo will walk smooth into the exit door? Yep. All is takes is a 14 y/o to say just loud enough " just wait till we get home to play honeymoon some more". THWACK!
Then you explain to the kids parents and grandparents and they bust out laughing.
At the Parents house. Stuff is laid out and looked thru, the dog gets to play in the sacks...
Kid is excited and grateful of course. She get to trying on stuff and modeling, I make the smart remark about how nice the sports bras look - I get barked at and "shushed".
Grandpas have a special gift. They know just the right time to enter a room with a well worn gun case. The room gets quiet, the grandkid gets all excited and nervous. The grandchild sits on one arm of grandpa's chair and listens intently, smelling the wood, blue and gun oil. A tear plops down to grandpa's lap, grandpa is damn near squeezed to death with a hug.
As taught, the child makes sure the gun is safe. Keeps muzzle safe and moves out into the room and shoulders the gun. "It FITs!".
She then hands the gun to grandma, slips on the Carhart hunting jacket , takes the gun back shoulders the gun again - "It really really FITS!"
All the family get a hug, tears are wiped away...
"How did..."
I'm pointed at, me messing with the dog. "Uncle Steve! How...what...?".
"Darling , I'm the uncle they warn you about, and I did it without newfangled math and I've never gotten a 4.2 nor will I".
Dang - teengagers sure do hug hard.
The original stock is shown to her , will be kept back. You explain being a rebel means breaking the rules - for the proper cause.
Three generations will hunt together, Timeless lessons such as Ruark shared should never be forgotten nor not continued.
Regards,
Steve
