Reflecting

[sealhunter]

Perhaps this thread is meant for the Off Topics, but I find here is where the people hang out who seem to have their heads on a bit straighter

Well I stopped into Peavey Mart today, had a look around. Lots a good stuff,..as I made my way down one aisle, I was stopped and lost in a moment.. I saw the little metal loopy things that go in the end of a rope, you then splice the rope around it and then have a rope with a metal lined loop, ya know the ones...well I hadn't seen that in years..immediately I saw my great uncle down in front of the old woodstove at my grandmothers, splicing rope and trying to show me how (I never learned to do it very well)

The drive home was about half an hour from Peavey Mart, and I started to think about when I was younger,..and the things that I learned (or people tried to teach me) and about my little guy now.

I remembered being 13 years old with my woods buddy Reid Bishop. We'd be in cutting wood with axes and bucksaws (sneak the chainsaw now and then)
I remembered one time trying to find a good set of horns for my Dads juniper Bob sleds we were using for hauling the wood...I was back in the moment, laughing with Reid Bishop, right to the White City turnoff..
I then thought, how likely is it my little guy will know what a set of Bob Sleds are, or how to tie down a load of wood good an tight.

What about my nights with a flaslight up catching eels in the brook.
Or sneaking out after dark to cut the plastic off the telephone pole support wires to put on the gunwhales of the boat so the jiggin line didn't wear..
Would my little guy even know what a dorey,punt, skull, jigger, sculpin even are.

I remember picking blueberries in Septemeber to get money for shells and licenses in October,...I remember picking along side my pop, and him sayimg "don't pick the red ones, they're green"

I remember loading up the cellar with vegetables for the winter, driving the pickup whan I was 13, and wishing "dump day" came more often so I could go play in the dump with my BB gun while Pop dumped the truck.

I remember Dad showing me how to split fish, (I doubt I'll ever see it again) I wonder if my little guy will even know what a splitting knife looks like.

I remember learning to fish with a bamboo, yes a bamboo.. and driving in over the dirt road with my mom and dad and sisters in a 77 Monte Carlo with 3 Bamboos sticking out the windows..

Indeed today has been a very reflective day as I play with my little guy...
I hope he reflects this way some day with as many fond, character forming, childhood making memories as me..

It's different being in a province that is so different froom the one you grew up in your self and trying to teach those special things that you are just learning your self...

at least the deer hunting will be memorable,...even though I never grew up with deer..

I'm inerested in knowing is this age thing...or a father thing or both...

If I could bottle the year I was 16, I'd give it to my son on his 16th and share it.

 

[beefman]

I remember learning to fish with a bamboo, yes a bamboo.. and driving in over the dirt road with my mom and dad and sisters in a 77 Monte Carlo with 3 Bamboos sticking out the windows..

Aaaa....The good old days with Grandpa. I've still got a few bamboo rods in the garage.

Those rods sure seemed ALOT longer when I was a kid.

 

[TheTooner]

Tell your son about those things, even though you can't do many of them in this province. My father told me very little about his childhood in London, England, and most of that long after I was grown up myself. I realise now how adrift I felt, growing up here, and that I didn't understand then that that was how I felt.

 

[sealhunter]

thanks for that reply

 

[H4831]

I had tremendously good trips with two sons, usually one at a time because of five years age difference.
At that time there was a very little used trail (The old Ominica winter tractor road) that extended for 150 miles beyond any normal habitation, in northern BC. An all day trip on that trail may result in not meeting more than one other vehicle. Starting when the youngest was about 12 or 13, we went on extended trips, lasting two weeks, with, on the first trip, just a canopy on a Ford 4x4 and a boat on a trailer behind.
He caught us trout and graylng from crystal clear rivers and lakes, plus some ptarmigan, that virtually kept us in fresh meat.
A year or two later on our annual August safari, He got a mountain goat.
But sealhunter, and all others, make the very best of it while they are young. They grow up so fast, and when they discover girls, that's it!

 

[grijim]

Seal Hunter;

You are right it was an off topic subject but what an enjoyable one down memory lane.We enjoyed things todays young generation will sadly never know.Most of the young kids today think that meat and fish grow at Safeway.Oh yeah got one more for you ,when was was the last time you got stopped by a cop and asked why you were driving in that state and you told him because you had too many to walk., and he told you to go straight home.

Grijim

 

[Why not?]

The really amazing part about it, is how quickly the grand kids are grown up, too!

Ted

 

[Demonical]

I remember doing acid on a Greyhound bus travelling across Canada... now that's some #### there...