tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post5601681144425244020..comments2023-10-25T05:30:54.507-04:00Comments on Oh Get A Grip!: Spring Comes To Rawlins WyomingAshe Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390519279886657608noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-61740577916828213702009-03-26T14:31:00.000-04:002009-03-26T14:31:00.000-04:00I had to deal with my Dad's hunting. He never took...I had to deal with my Dad's hunting. He never took me with him - I think he knew that wouldn't work out to well - but I always had to help him clean what he brought back. That's because my mom wouldn't get out there to admire his kills. "Helen, YOU go out there, watch him skin that buck, and tell him he's a man. It's too gross for me!"<BR/><BR/>Gee, thanks Mom.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10832774182683343435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-63853651112374925902009-03-26T12:49:00.000-04:002009-03-26T12:49:00.000-04:00Lisabet!Thanks for reading my stuff, not only this...Lisabet!<BR/><BR/>Thanks for reading my stuff, not only this one but all of it. <BR/><BR/>GarceGarceushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11160407485298015371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-28067173538204451922009-03-26T12:27:00.000-04:002009-03-26T12:27:00.000-04:00Garce, you do have a gift for telling stories - st...Garce, you do have a gift for telling stories - stories that turn the reader inside out and make your chest hurt. Like this one. <BR/><BR/>Not a light, airy Spring tale. But one that perhaps deserved to be told.<BR/><BR/>Thank you.<BR/><BR/>Warmly,<BR/>LisabetLisabet Saraihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05162514190572269660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-80190927628746274342009-03-26T09:30:00.000-04:002009-03-26T09:30:00.000-04:00Hi Kim! Thanks for reading my stuff.GarceHi Kim! Thanks for reading my stuff.<BR/><BR/>GarceGarceushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11160407485298015371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-35651944842229903922009-03-26T09:15:00.000-04:002009-03-26T09:15:00.000-04:00Great story, Garce.The only time I've ever fired a...Great story, Garce.<BR/><BR/>The only time I've ever fired a rifle was at a military target range. <BR/><BR/>Hunting isn't such a big thing in the UK as it seems to be in the US - at least not the sort of hunting that involves rifles anyway.<BR/><BR/>But I agree that hunting for food is completly different to hunting for sport.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for sharing the story with us.Kim Darehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11086545242925686207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-49845358515265109912009-03-26T07:08:00.000-04:002009-03-26T07:08:00.000-04:00Hey Jude!Sounds like you have the same gun my Dad ...Hey Jude!<BR/><BR/>Sounds like you have the same gun my Dad had. I wonder whatever became of my Dad's gun. He was an avid fisherman to the very end, but I don;t think he went hunting anymore.<BR/><BR/>I'm very glad you eat the things you kill. I think that's important. I really don't like it when people killsquirrels or birds just for target practice. I think when you kill an animal and eat it, the animals understand that, because that's what they do. Sometimes they still eat us, which is only fair. But humans are unique predators in that we kill animals for fun. Predators almost never do that because for them its wasteful.<BR/><BR/>I understand about hunting too. Its in our bones.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for reading my stuff!.<BR/><BR/>GarceGarceushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11160407485298015371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-61205535269359081982009-03-26T06:44:00.000-04:002009-03-26T06:44:00.000-04:00Hi Jamie!I like fishing, I think I might have lear...Hi Jamie!<BR/><BR/><BR/>I like fishing, I think I might have learned to like hunting except for the rabbit thing which kind of ruined it for me. But I understand people who like hunting, and in some ways its more honest than buying meat where somebody else has to see the animal die.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for reading my stuff!<BR/><BR/>GarceGarceushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11160407485298015371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-51739215106303312352009-03-25T22:13:00.000-04:002009-03-25T22:13:00.000-04:00Garce,It's taken me most of the day to get through...Garce,<BR/><BR/>It's taken me most of the day to get through this. Not a pretty story, but often stories aren't. I wasn't raised a hunter. Never actually saw a gun up close until I was in my early twenties and married. They can be a thing of beauty like you said, even the well worn ones that have been around for decades. <BR/><BR/>I'm also someone with very bad eyes, always have been. But, for a few years, I got to enjoy learning about guns. I even taught some courses about them and our laws here. My rifle of choice was an old Remington 22 that fit me like a glove. Because I shoot left handed and I'm right handed, I had a ton of trouble learning to load. <BR/><BR/>I never hunted in the spring, it's not the time here. We hunted in the fall. I actually loved just getting out. I looked at the actual hunt differently than most women, I think. The animals had a good life before they wound up in my freezer. The shot was always clean and the meat was always used 100%. We never wasted a thing, much to the horror of my son who couldn't keep certain body parts down. *G*<BR/><BR/>Another interesting post. Thanks for the memories.<BR/><BR/>HugsJude Masonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14067166768734750026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-69695463168187068962009-03-25T15:26:00.000-04:002009-03-25T15:26:00.000-04:00Jeeze, another thought-provoking and interesting p...Jeeze, another thought-provoking and interesting post, Garce! You have such a way with words.<BR/><BR/>I don't like hunting because I always think of the rabbit...I know people enjoy it, just not me.<BR/><BR/>Have a great day!<BR/><BR/>JamieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com