This post is dedicated to my Great Uncle Bobby.
A True story from the Hills of West Virginia.
I'm gonna tell you a story as I build this fire. My Uncle Bobby grew up in hard times...real hard times. There were 13 kids in the family and jobs were few and far between.
(Gonna make me a fire with Cinnamon Altoids )
(Just funnin ya here is my fire box.)
So Uncle Bobby and one of the other boys left the homeplace and built a small cabin up in Sweetwood Holler...just across the creek from the little waterfall.
(Steel Striker, charcloth, tinderbundle, and a piece of Kanawha Black Flint from here in West Virginia.)
(Spark jumped on my charcloth and now I got an ember.)
(Wrapped up in my Tinder Bundle)
(and into a second Tinder bundle)
So Uncle Bobby did what a lot of people did during those hard times. He began makin' 'Shine and gettin' by best he could.
(Tindle Bundle in the Fire Lay)
(Can you guess what knife I'm usin' to sharpen the side sticks?)
(A full knife photo if you need another hint)
(The fire is lookin' good)
Uncle Bobby was "gettin' by" as best he could when folks around the area began having chickens turn up missin'. So they went down to the Constable's Office to report their missing chickens and see what could be done about it.
So the Constable got to askin' around and word' got around about Uncle Bobby living up Sweetwood Holler. So the Constable decided to go and talk to Uncle Bobby to see if he knew anything about the missing chickens.
So the Constable went and found that little cabin...in Sweetwood Holler...across from that little waterfall...and he found Uncle Bobby in front of that little cabin. He began askin' Uncle Bobby if he knew anything about them missin' chickens. Uncle Bobby told him "WHY THERE AIN'T BEEN A CHICKEN AROUND THESE PARTS IN 20 YEARS".
About that time the rooster Uncle Bobby had tied up behind the cabin began to crow.
Right then and there my Uncle Bobby and that Constable became such good friends that Uncle Bobby went back to the office with him and lived there for a spell.
So here's to you Uncle Bobby, though you no longer walk the Earth with Us, as long as we have the memories and share the stories you will never be truely gone.
and here's hopin the neighbors don't count their chickens till the morning!!