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I've been back with my peanut for the last week and I have enjoyed it's company, I am actually surprised at how much I really missed it. I guess with the constant change of knives going in and out of my pocket I never slowed down to get comfortable. I am now. I was thinking back to all I accomplished with a little peanut in my pocket. My first trout up at camp, I couldn't have been more thrilled. It started a love affair between hunting and fishing, I forgot which was my favorite. I remember learning how to clean the trout out, my Dad with his Tiny Toothpick and me with my Peanut. I had a knack for it and it never bothered me to do the dirty work involved in fishing, it was kind of my way of saying thanks to the Good Lord and to the fish who lost his life. It made me think about the simplicity of life when things didn't seem so simple.
I was quickly reminded what my favorite was when I celebrated my first squirrel season. It was an early fall morning in the big woods behind the farm. I was armed with a 20 gauge shotgun and I was ready for anything. As we entered the woods looking for a spot to sit, my heart pounded with excitement. We had just entered the big when the bushytail was alarmed of our company, he was young and so was I. As he barked at our entrance I let him have the 7 1/2 shot. And so my first kill was made. I cleaned him with the little brown nut that I learned trout on.
A few more seasons passed and we changed our hunting tactics, a 22. caliber rifle was the new tool for the hunt, but the peanut was ever present. Looking through the scope and studying the quarry changed it up for me. I watched more and took more time before taking a shot. I respected everything about those little creatures as time went by, I learned that even though no one hunts them much anymore, they are still an incredible game animal to hunt.
My Dad passed away and I swore never to hunt again, but I was reminded that wouldn't be what he would want. The season rolled around and the next thing I knew I was sharing a tree stump with my Mom. We shared a lot of conversations under that old oak, just waiting for a tree rat to make a mistake. That little brown peanut was there to listen in and he reminded me of many good memories.
The brown nut is gone from me, but his influence is still with me. I decided to do a little bit of shooting today and my Yellow Nut spent the morning in my watch pocket. He was called upon a few times and those sharp little CV blades did a great job on my chores. I got a little careless so I got a little bite, but thats just how peanuts are.
Sorry about writing such a long post, I just felt like sharing.
I was quickly reminded what my favorite was when I celebrated my first squirrel season. It was an early fall morning in the big woods behind the farm. I was armed with a 20 gauge shotgun and I was ready for anything. As we entered the woods looking for a spot to sit, my heart pounded with excitement. We had just entered the big when the bushytail was alarmed of our company, he was young and so was I. As he barked at our entrance I let him have the 7 1/2 shot. And so my first kill was made. I cleaned him with the little brown nut that I learned trout on.
A few more seasons passed and we changed our hunting tactics, a 22. caliber rifle was the new tool for the hunt, but the peanut was ever present. Looking through the scope and studying the quarry changed it up for me. I watched more and took more time before taking a shot. I respected everything about those little creatures as time went by, I learned that even though no one hunts them much anymore, they are still an incredible game animal to hunt.
My Dad passed away and I swore never to hunt again, but I was reminded that wouldn't be what he would want. The season rolled around and the next thing I knew I was sharing a tree stump with my Mom. We shared a lot of conversations under that old oak, just waiting for a tree rat to make a mistake. That little brown peanut was there to listen in and he reminded me of many good memories.
The brown nut is gone from me, but his influence is still with me. I decided to do a little bit of shooting today and my Yellow Nut spent the morning in my watch pocket. He was called upon a few times and those sharp little CV blades did a great job on my chores. I got a little careless so I got a little bite, but thats just how peanuts are.
Sorry about writing such a long post, I just felt like sharing.
