The Independent-News, Volume 100, Number 2, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 9 August 1973 — Page 18

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by Bill Stokes Well now, I’m here to tell you that I like my steak medium rare; and I'll have my brandy straight, thank you; and now with the leaves running low on chlorophyll and turning red and yellow. I’ll take my hunting

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partners with lots of seasoning. Don’t get me wrong, I like young people, with all their exhuberance and boundless self assurance. I like the way they spit in the eye of old father time, and the way they stay up all night and bark at the moon. But for day to day company

through the hunting seasons, give me companions with gray beards and wrinkled brows and smelling strong of pipe smoke. Give me the fellows with a little less spring in their step and a little more cunning to their techniques. You take the pups and give me the old dogs for

awhile. Now of course part of the explanation here is that my own joints are beginning to creak a little. And while I can still show my muscular sons a thing or two about how to thoroughly cover an alder bottom to get out all of the grouse, the old

chair in front of the fire at the end of the hunt is beginning to loom as an ever more important part of the fall ritual. However, my preference for veteran hunting partners is due not only to my personal weathering, it has its roots way back in my pinfeather days when I had the privilege of lurking in the shadows of some old timers who seemed to stand at least a head taller than Davy Crockett. Now I’ve forgotten a lot of things about my growing up years, like the multiplication tables and European history and the like, but I can remember some of those old hunters as if they had just this minute stepped out to see to the dogs. There was Uncle Charlie who mysteriously showed up each autumn, usually late in October, driving a car with a long hood and bringing along a big old black Labrador dog with wise eyes and a dripping tongue as long as a necktie. Uncle Charlie wore a battered felt hat and he had a profile something like a hawk. He smelled like a mixture of gun oil and gun powder and wet dog, and sometimes now in October I will get a whiff of assorted odors that will make me turn around with a start to see if Uncle Charlie is standing behind me. When I was still too young to carry anything except a BB gun, Uncle Charlie and his hunting friends allowed me to tag along on some of their forays, and that was better than being asked to stay home from school. There was only one rule and that was that I was to stay behind the hunters and out of the way. If they had asked me to, I would have turned myself invisible for the privilege of going along on those hunts. One grouse hunt took us over into the thick woods along Rockman’s swamp, and hazelbrush and dogwood were so thick the dog had to slither along like a snake. It was tough for a kid to keep up to the long legged grouse hunters, and at one point I stumbled over a log and temporarily lost sight of the hunters. I started off in what I thought was the right direction, but no sign of Uncle Charlie or the others showed up. There was a little knot of panic beginning around my Adams apple. I didn't dare cry out because if the hunt had to be interrupted to look for a lost kid I was sure they would never take me along again. But when you are BB gun age, suddenly finding yourself alone and apparently lost in the woods is no small thing. I was saved from my dilemma by a covey of grouse that flushed before the dog and brought forth a barrage of shotgun fire that told me where the hunters were Io-