The
Olde Duck Hunter
by
Carroll
V Strout
April
20, 2019
Current
Events:
Well it is finally here, green
grass. I was beginning to wonder after our long winter and cold
spring; but as my old friend Bud Randall once told me Mother Nature
has a way of catching up.
Thursday of this week my son
Zachary went as a second stern man on a lobster boat. He brought me
in a five gallon bucket of crabs; fourteen in total. Boy, what
beauties I have picked out everything except the legs. Ronie and I
both had crab rolls for lunch on Friday. They were some good.
The white lilac bush on the
South side of our house has started developing buds in the last few
days.
I understand some people have
been planning their vegetable gardens.
This weekend marks another major
holiday, Easter weekend. Along with all the activities that
includes a major holiday dinner. On Wednesday Ronie took a fourteen
pound ham from the freezer to start thawing. Along with that we
will have garlic mashed potatoes, peas, squash, asparagus with
Hollandaise sauce and of course deviled eggs, plus a Caesar salad.
I have already mentioned the
return of many of our birds. But I am still waiting to hear the peep
frogs which I duly like to hear.
More of Growing Up in
Milbridge, Maine
Bits
& Pieces:
Back
in my late grammar school and high school years there was a group of
Italian deer hunters from Worcester, Massachusetts
that
came to Milbridge to deer hunt. One year when my father and Mit
Hartford were staying in a camp and cutting wood at Bull Hill in
Eastbrook. Two of the hunters had their own tag along trailer which
they parked beside my fathers woods camp at his invitation. They had
good luck each getting a deer.
That
weekend I went to camp and
for
breakfast the next morning the Italians made a breakfast that I
called food of the Gods. First they fried slices of pepperoni, then
strips of large mushrooms and green peppers, and last of all two
fried
eggs.
Later
that day one of the hunters and I hunted near a bog across from the
camp. On the way back a doe deer jumped up in front of me. I put up
my rifle, aimed and didn't shoot. That was my one and only experience
with buck fever. I had two experiences that weekend, food of the
Gods and buck fever.
Well
folks that was the way it was another time another story. Just
remember one thing no matter what life bestows upon us the smoke will
go up the chimney just the same.