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In 1968-69 as I was just learning the art of "still hunting"(tree stand hunting) from my uncles and as practiced by my friends and I.. My best friend Jeff and I traveled on one of our first great adventures 350 miles or so to the north of where we lived from south Florida to north Florida in a place called Stienhatchee Wildlife Management Area.. Way up in the stix where the real Oak trees grow in the hills and the trees. It looked more like south Gorgia than any part of Florida that I ever saw and to this day has a fine place in my heart!
In this place we met some very interesting Folks. My very first introduction to true-blue 'Folksy' Folk.. Now, make no mistake, these people were bona fida country folk to the T.. And as I found out there were pluses and minuses to that fact.. My Friend Jeff and I were "still hunting"(tree stand hunting) in the early fall during Whitetail Buck season in the same place and time that these good ole boys were Dog Hunting Whitetail Bucks.... For those of you who don't know the time honored tradition of Dog Hunting deer,, let me explain it to you...: Several parties of the good old boys in there trucks with CB radio's basically run the deer in several planned directions after letting their Deer Dogs run after the Deer while in contact with their buddy's across the way(distant acreage) via radio contact with the others,, and shoot whatever runs their way.. Meanwhile, after some libation is been had by all.. the whole process is repeated until many Deer tags are filled!.
OK now,, Jeff and I don't know this until its waaay too late,, and while we are in our tree stands we get pelted by several volleys of pellets/buckshot.. Me in the arm and shoulder and my friend Jeff in the ass and legs a lot worse than I.. To these gentleman's credit when they found us we were cared for like I have never been cared for before or since.. Which is now bringing me to my knife story..
..They(these fellows, Mr. Whit and his son Whitley, Jr.) and Mr. Whit's daughters Miss Carol-Anne and Miss Mary-Joe patched us up and fed us like you read about in their little country cabin.
They eventually sent for a Doctor Watson who had a legitimate Doctors knife with a spatula.. No BS, He actually mixed up and heated up dried powdered medicine in and on that spatula and blade.. I wish I paid more attention to that Doctor and his knife back then, but I was just pleased to have the buck-shot out of my arm and my friend and I on the mend..
Here is one I own that I purchased several years ago during a time when I thought about Dr. Watson and the good ole Folks in Stienhatchee, Florida..
In this place we met some very interesting Folks. My very first introduction to true-blue 'Folksy' Folk.. Now, make no mistake, these people were bona fida country folk to the T.. And as I found out there were pluses and minuses to that fact.. My Friend Jeff and I were "still hunting"(tree stand hunting) in the early fall during Whitetail Buck season in the same place and time that these good ole boys were Dog Hunting Whitetail Bucks.... For those of you who don't know the time honored tradition of Dog Hunting deer,, let me explain it to you...: Several parties of the good old boys in there trucks with CB radio's basically run the deer in several planned directions after letting their Deer Dogs run after the Deer while in contact with their buddy's across the way(distant acreage) via radio contact with the others,, and shoot whatever runs their way.. Meanwhile, after some libation is been had by all.. the whole process is repeated until many Deer tags are filled!.
OK now,, Jeff and I don't know this until its waaay too late,, and while we are in our tree stands we get pelted by several volleys of pellets/buckshot.. Me in the arm and shoulder and my friend Jeff in the ass and legs a lot worse than I.. To these gentleman's credit when they found us we were cared for like I have never been cared for before or since.. Which is now bringing me to my knife story..
..They(these fellows, Mr. Whit and his son Whitley, Jr.) and Mr. Whit's daughters Miss Carol-Anne and Miss Mary-Joe patched us up and fed us like you read about in their little country cabin.
They eventually sent for a Doctor Watson who had a legitimate Doctors knife with a spatula.. No BS, He actually mixed up and heated up dried powdered medicine in and on that spatula and blade.. I wish I paid more attention to that Doctor and his knife back then, but I was just pleased to have the buck-shot out of my arm and my friend and I on the mend..
Here is one I own that I purchased several years ago during a time when I thought about Dr. Watson and the good ole Folks in Stienhatchee, Florida..
