Paterfamilias: Losing Things and the Joy of Time on a Tractor

Life is good in Yellowbush!

Some say I lose things, I say I just forget where I put em. A couple years ago I misplaced my shredder, now every time I’m missing something, one of my smarty pants kids, or wife, say “You set it by the bush hog”. That shredder was about as worn out as one could be, and still work. Maybe I loaned it out, or someone took it. It doesn’t matter, she’s gone now.

What brought that up is that in getting ready for hunting season, I pulled the “valley feeder”. Its lifetime warranty spinner broke last August, and I didn’t get it back till April. That stand overlooking a valley, never produced a buck or a hog so we are moving it. Well, now I can’t find the feeder! It’s one of those big, black, barrel feeders, I’m thinking from either Academy or Wally’s world. I’m sure it will reveal itself.

I’ve been shredding the last couple of days. It’s like a lot of things in life, and here on the ranch, the preparation is tedious, but the doing is enjoyable. Yesterday I was shredding what we call Indian Hill. There was a Caddo Indian village there. Anyway, it’s this long hill that stretches from our graveyard hill, all the way to the “upper” bottom. The yotes don’t show themselves there, but the hawks sure do. They were feasting on the rats and mice I was flushing out. I saw one get a snake.

It’s the Heyer bottom, across the creek, where the coyotes come out. Old man Heyer never owned that land, but owned the farm on the other side, we just call it that. Mr. Heyer, and his wife were from Germany. All during the thirties, he would tell my Pawpaw about what was going on there, and what Hitler had in mind, and what his next move was. So the war was no surprise to the family, when it broke out. Old man Heyer never took the bridles off his mules, they had bits in their mouths year round.

Anyway, Shawn kicked off hunting season the other evening with a big old boar hog. I could see the buzzards working it on certain turns, boy, did it ever stink. This old land is always changing, like the creek has changed several times, and what is amazing is that Pawpaw said when he saw the lantern come on in old man Heyer’s house, he knew it was time to get up. Well, that was farming days. Today, you can’t nearly ’bout see that far now, cause of the forest, and all. I’ll tell you what, when this old life gets to wearing you down, crawling upon that old tractor, or just piddling around out here, will sure knock the blues of this old world right on out the door. Shoot, it’s not even five yet, I’ll have to have an early nap today, again. It’s Saturday every day, here.

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