Not just hunting... Boat racing, flying, archaeology... He was a nice regular kind of guy. He was out of town a lot and we had he place to ourselves most of the time. But he always had time to treat us kids like we were human and have in depth discussions, he was like a teacher. He loved to share his hunting and arrowhead hunting stories and of course there was no end to them.
If he was home on weekends he would take us out boating or flying. Or out to the range to trap shoot. We often went and goofed around with racing boats against Jimbo McConnell who was much younger at the time. Jimbo lived there also, another boat racing legend. I was also good friends with Jimbo’s son David, we were the same age and lived only a block from each other.
It was a lot of fun to grow up in that little town because of folks like this who lived there. And everyone closely knew everyone, it was like one big family. :)
I was hoping he would be a regular guy. So many people these days are complete phonies.
Sounds like you had a very interesting childhood.
Okay, I’m jealous!
Not really, mine was pretty interesting too, just not in the same way.
What’s really sad is those types of childhoods are unknown to kids these days. How do we explain to them that we grew up when Honorable Giants strode the earth?