when we first moved to the Ozarks there was a short story in the paper about a 90 yo farmer. He was found died with his truck up against a tree. They guessed he was out looking at his pasture and herd and died at the wheel doing what he loved to do...we should all be as blessed as these two gentlemen. As for me...out hunting tree dogs at 3am hustling to a tree to see what the dogs have treed
“As for me...out hunting tree dogs at 3am hustling to a tree to see what the dogs have treed.”
That’ll be Beau, too. We raise Treeing Walker Coon Hounds and Plot Hounds - for fun and no profit. ;)
My grandpa passed shoveling snow in his driveway in December.
Unfortunately, that was not high on his list of things he loved. I’m sure he would have much preferred to go working on his metal lathe or milling machine.
That’s what my uncle told my mom thirty years ago, that they were going to find him dead up a tree on his tree stand, wearing camo. They found him five years ago. He’d just finished mowing his yard, and found him behind his truck after he’d fallen off his riding mower. Sometimes we can’t even be given the dignity of a graceful exit.