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- Jul 8, 2009
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- Vacaville, California
In my youth, I was mentored by a half dozen of Dad's friends, as Dad wasn't that much into the outdoor world. Countless times I was picked up in the middle of the night, waking up at some cabin or field, somewhere in central Illinois.
By the time I got back from the service, several of those mentors were on their last legs...cancer taking a horrible toll. Lacking young blood, the duck club and fishing cabin had been sold during my absence.
I was able to get an easy rabbit hunt planned for three of the old boys. I busted brush and carried all the game, plus took the guns and gear to the nearest access while going after the car. It was the least I could do for their decades of dragging me along.
Two of the three were gone by the next season. By the time I was 30, all but one were gone. One regret I have is that I didn't take those old boys on a few more outings.
We did the same thing for the old timers in our club back in the 80's (they were in their 50's). Now they are all gone, and there are only two of us young guys left (both getting close to 70). Those old guys' grandsons are now taking care of us.