Lead On Lucifer
©Bert Gildart: Several days ago my good friend Ed Anderson and I took a little time to pour a couple of drinks from a bottle of Yukon Jack that has lingered all too long. I’m to the right, Ed to the left.
As we sat there, we realized that we were on the brink of having to make a very difficult choice. Do we strike out across the fields of his Alabama farm and try and put in an hour or two of squirrel hunting; or do we listen to Lucifer and bask in the warmth of a brilliant fall day and conduct ourselves in the manner in which older gentlemen should conduct themselves?
First shot of Yukon Jack at Ed Anderson's
I’m proud to say that we allowed Lucifer to direct our activities. But the camaraderie was long overdue, and it has been over a year since Janie and I have visited my old college roommate (gathered poke salad) and his wonderful family.
BLOOD ON THE CEILING
Though I finished at Montana State University initially I attended the University of North Alabama. At the time Ed and I rented a small home that was once used as a Confederate hospital, and as we sat there several days ago on Ed’s farm we recalled that our old home had blood stains on the ceiling from the wounded.
We recalled, too, that we’d once been “detained” in Ole Miss; that we’d rendezvoused in Cincinnati to then drive to Montana for summer work; and that we’d spent many a great weekend hunting for rabbits on Ed’s dad’s farm behind a pack of baying beagles.
Yukon Jack at Ed Anderson's, second, or maybe it was the third shot???
Would we have recalled such memories had we gone squirrel hunting?
Reading the expressions etched on our faces in these two photographs that Ed’s daughter Anna took, and I’d say we made the right choice. The point, of course, is that every now in then it is perfectly alright to sit down, relax and simply let the world go by. My only concern is that this post might offend several family members, members who have become particularly sensitive about any habits that might suggest a lack of Christian values.
Lead on Lucifer; lead on.
Note: Tomorrow we continue our efforts to drive home to Montana, but weather is not working in our favor. Certainly we’ll make it to Albuquerque to have a little work done on our Airstream, but if snow continues to accumulate to our north, we may well drive to Death Valley and wait until conditions improve. Several days ago it was -17F in Bigfork, where we live. For those with poor math skills that means that it was almost 50 degrees below the freezing point of water!
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November 26th, 2010 at 7:28 am
Dear Sir,
I must let you know that this hear post makes one think that the aut tour might get pissed if’n he and he’s roomfate continues down the path of the dirt devil. So alls I can tells ya is mayhaps it’s otay to fall with the spirits on such a special like occasion but please do take care what ya’all say when yuckin on the slithery slide of Mr. Yukon Jack.
November 27th, 2010 at 7:25 am
Young men doing what you were doin’ are called “hooligans.” At our age, two older ‘gentlemen’ gett’n ’s—t faced’ together fighting old wars is quaint …. and well earned.
Besides, ….. What can anyone do about it as long as you leave the rifles in their cases.
Happy memories Bert and Lucifer.
November 27th, 2010 at 8:14 am
Dear Sir,
Is it the fact that you are drunk or just losing your marbles, you are pouring shots from an empty bottle! Talk about a cheap date!
November 27th, 2010 at 9:21 am
Sadly, I fear that my most recent correspondent has spent many an hour with Lucifer, else how might he be so observant? Could this scribe be a family member? For the record, the pictures were taken toward the end of our spree, not the beginning. That, however, is not to say the bottle was full when we began!