RiverNan wrote:
thats real nice RR...Your Pard is in great shape....for his age and well I hope we can all go fishing and share em with our friends when we are 84..(even though I dont go fishing now)
Hey Nan.....it goes like this........
A Dying Breed
Lets call them Pierre and André. Two old boys who have paid their dues to society, done some hard times, had some good times and now are using up the remainder of their allotted time by just being there.
Out in this area, Pierre & André will cruise the dirt roads of their youth a few times a week. Oh yeah theyll have a beer out there. Sorry to offend some of you, but many years ago this was considered a way of life, you cruised with your podnah, you had a beer and you talked. Today, it is part of history, but the old folks still do it. These two will drive along about 20 mph, wordless. No need to talk, theyve been doing this for more than fifty years together. They are living memories right now. Occasionally one will point to a stand of trees at the edge of a corn field, and the other will nod. They probably shot a few deer there over the years. Pierre might ask, if it is September, if André wants to set some partridge snares. Yes it is illegal and out of season, but it is unwritten law, they just do it. They will snare enough partridge for one meal apiece. Partridge stuffed with cabbage. André will reply that his snares are ready and Pierre has already gathered berries for bait. Mebbe they will stop and check out a spot in the alders. I am sure they will find a spot.
« Pull over, I have to take a leak .»
« Was up here last week with my wife, we picked a pail of blueberries. Really have to burn this place down and in two years there will be lots of them ».
« Yeah, I picked over on the tracks in back of Boutins field, was all right, got some nice blackberries too »
« See any deer over there? »
« Saw several places where theyd laid down, not much more .»
« Wanna head on back? Stop down at Rouleaus and well get some eggs from Claude. »
The old boys are living it like they like. Andrés pickup is almost a treasure chest of « needy stuff ». Has a chain saw, a hook, plastic bags, empty berry buckets, a fishing pole, baling twine, some wire, a roll of duct tape. All kinds of things youd never think would be useful.
« You never know », they might say
.find a fallen tree, a pool that they hadnt fished in awhile.
Yep, this is the last of a dying breed, an old gnarled guy who has more wrinkles than a snow tire, his podnah for whom hed give his life and between them they have shared secrets of over a half century. His podnah, a couple of years younger, less wrinked but his watery eyes betray a deep running river.
These men walk with a heavy stick, they command respect soley from a glance. Their faces tell a long story. They are the last of em
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