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Daddy took me squirrel hunting with him once. He loved stewed squirrel and dumplings. I did too until I saw him shoot one and it fell out of the tree and he picked it up by the tail. I couldn't eat any after I found out what was really in the pot, and I never went hunting again. LOL. It didn't really bother me though to see him catch one of our chickens and chop it's head off for Sunday dinner.
posted by
TAPS.
on December 11, 2013 at 7:44 PM
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adnohr
No I never saw Birds name other than this. My dad was William Curtis. Odd my mom wanted to name me Anna Curtis but daddy named me John mama added the a on the end Johna. I am so glad you enjoyed it. Dogs were a great part of my life. Daddy raised and trained them. Thank you.
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Justi
on December 11, 2013 at 4:01 AM
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JimmyA
Yes Jimmy my dad always kept that rule in hunting or fishing. I loved that sort of thing it was a part of work as well as sport and fun. But the sport for us was just getting the food. Be blessed.
posted by
Justi
on December 11, 2013 at 3:57 AM
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Nautikos
Thank you for this comment. I am glad you enjoyed it. I wrote a lot of childhood memories. Posting another today.
posted by
Justi
on December 11, 2013 at 3:55 AM
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BC-A
Thank you for this note to remeind me of the nostalgia I have.
posted by
Justi
on December 11, 2013 at 3:54 AM
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lustorlove
We shot them because they were food. I am a gentle person but just as one goes to the grocery and buys meat we killed ours, pork, beef and birds from chicken, turkey to partridges, quail and pheasants. Thanks for your comment.
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Justi
on December 11, 2013 at 3:53 AM
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A wonderful, warm post, Justi. Of course the doggie in it played a good part for me. 
I don't know if I ever told you that the real name of my brother, Bird, was Curt? Curtis, actually, as I suppose was for your dad? That just adds to my enjoying this one.
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adnohr
on December 10, 2013 at 7:22 PM
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An absolutely wonderful stroll down memory lane! And your dad was right. If people had only hunted for just what they needed, instead of for sport, the balance between Man and Nature would probably be better, and stronger. And there are certain smells that I too equate with childhood memories. Keep reminiscing . . . 
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JimmyA
on December 10, 2013 at 2:20 PM
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Justi
Thank you, this was wonderful! You had me along for the hunt, and I could even smell those marvellous breakfasts...
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Nautikos
on December 10, 2013 at 1:47 PM
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Justi
YStill nostalgia lingers in thought love. BC-A Bill’s R®st J
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BC-A
on December 10, 2013 at 12:28 PM
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hmmm intersting tales, but for some reason I cant see you hunting for birds you seem to be too gentle to do that
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Lanetay
on December 10, 2013 at 7:11 AM
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Kabu
I agree with you. Children should have that sense of accomplishment the farm work offers. I know you know what I am talking about. Love you lady.
posted by
Justi
on December 10, 2013 at 12:38 AM
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FSI
Thank you so much. This was the first thing I ever had published.
posted by
Justi
on December 10, 2013 at 12:36 AM
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Wiley John
You would have loved it. My dad would have loved having you as a son he never had. We could have explored the mountain sides with Indian ovens and other types of rock shapes and uses. I would have loved having you for a brother too.
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Justi
on December 10, 2013 at 12:35 AM
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Re: Justi
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Justi
on December 10, 2013 at 12:32 AM
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UtahJay
Yes that shell is dry and acrid with a woody smell to it too. Yes we went hunting for the sheer joy of eating not the pleasure of being a sports enthusiast. We fished for food and we raised hogs, calves and gardens. I would like very much to have returned to that but could not afford it.
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Justi
on December 10, 2013 at 12:32 AM
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CC:
Thank you so much for that comment. You saw a lot of truth in it that is not obviously written out in words. Thanks again have a blessed day.
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Justi
on December 10, 2013 at 12:28 AM
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Well I am glad you had a happy child hood Justi, it is not hard to imagine you trotting along beside Dad and the excitement of that day. You also learned that all pleasure has another side , IE.dressing the birds and cleaning the guns. It seems sad that such a happy little girl was destined to find her innocence shattered later in life.
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C_C_T
on December 9, 2013 at 11:55 PM
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I remember we lived on deer meat, fish and fowl, sheep too when we could get it and I remember the smell of a spent shell as well. I love your accounts of those days.
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UtahJay
on December 9, 2013 at 6:57 PM
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Justi
I wish I were a kid with you and your dad. For a city kid like me, that country air and hunting for birds. You've painted it all so well, it sounds like home for me. Love you folks
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WileyJohn
on December 9, 2013 at 6:47 PM
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You do a great job at describing the scene.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on December 9, 2013 at 5:14 PM
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a truly wonderful post darling...so well remembered and so well written. I would love to read all your rememberings, they are so fresh and innocent and exciting. I still maintain that every child should grow to at least 12 on a farm. The freedom, the innocent fun and hard work where one didn't have time to complain ..never even though to complain; nobody else was. I used to get my boys to the farm where my Sis lived every weekend that I could. They could run wild and free and my youngest could brag at kindy that he rode the horses. Actually he was too scared to walk past the paddock where the horses were unless he held my hand...
Oh what memories you bring Thank you
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Kabu
on December 9, 2013 at 2:13 PM
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