MEMORIES OF PAST DEER HUNTS

MEMORIES ARE ALL WE HAVE

ALTHOUGH I HAVE YET TO KILL A 8 POINT BUCK I HAVE GOTTON A 7POINT, 5,4,3,2,1, AND A HAND FULL OF DOES. ALL WERE VERY GOOD EATING. SOMEDAY BEFORE I MEET MY MAKER AN OLD 8 POINT WILL WALK UP OUT OF THE SWAMP AND MY DREAM WILL BE FORFILLED. HERE ARE SOME OLD MEMORIES I HAVE . GOING BACK TO 1975.

rob was in collage at the time. i called and asked him if he would like to tag his birthday present he was excited as i was. BUSTED

i always tried hard to fill a tag on my sons birthday the 19th 0f nov.

as the years went on i continued to take the small spikes shooting and filling my tags. all on a small piece of property i bought from a farmer near by.

first one i ever killed with a bow, i know it,s small but adeer it was .

year after year hunters go out into the wild and try to out wit the elusive whitetail deer.some years would be worse than outhers, i was greatful just to fill a tag. some met there delima by running in front of a car like this bull robs holding up.biggest deer i ever cut up a 12 point over 200 lbs. killed by larry nickles with a buick.

those were the good old days. memmories that will stay with us forever i hope. just in case i loose my mind i will post thease so i can look at them often. what a hood i was. like this guy

who is this on the left? richard w. back in 79 i think at the old red camp. looks like andrew.

hunting goes to your head after a long season. this is back in 78 rhonda is on the left and shelly on the right.brushbuck is wearing the horns. over to the right theres dad siting at the table at red camp. he was always happy when there was venison to cut up.

this pic was taken back in 75 looks like it is alive. my neace is rideing , notice the ringer washer in the back, the deers long been digested, i,m a lot older and my nease has children older than she was here.

A TRIBUTE TO MY DAD

WILLIAM H. POWERS WAS MY DADS NAME..born in Morristown new york.his fathers name was Nelson. he was only 16 when he left school. with an 8th grade education. he found work in the graphite plant there in morristown, for a short time. he went into the service very young in 1943 and served under old blood and guts himself. they marched into germany, and italy, france. and was released in 45 after the war was over. he joined the volintear fire dept. in morristown and worked on the ferry for a while, drove bus, worked in the local cheese plant. then sailed on the macalpine laker with my uncle ELTON HALL , they got hired working on the sea way and also went to work at alco for a while. later after i came along both parrents worked in the cheese plant in morristown tell it burnt down. then dad went to ogdensburg and got hired for Mconvilles stone quarry. he worked as a crusher operator for 15 years before getting fired by new bosses out of canada. he then worked for becker and mores bagging saw dust wood flower. he went to work for george halls oil . and after getting done there his last job was back in a cheese plant in ogdensburg. he was a hard worker but could never get that break he needed. he never made any more than 5 thousand in one year. he had many od jobs takeing care of the cemetarys mowing grass, painting homes, carpentry, ect. dad loved his gardens. he pickeled everything. cabbage in a crock and salt pickels, sweet, dill, hot , ground horse radish, he loved to fish, winter and summer. he was retired early by the state doctors. becouse of his heart. dad did like to drink and smoked home rolled ciggs. he had 20 good years of retirement. hunting with me and fishing. we would go out in my little 12 foot punt spearing fish, and catching bluegills by day. tons of perch and callico bass. pike northern pike by the bushel. when i was a boy we went bullheading every night in the spring. he taked fish in his sleep. dad hunted deer with me up untell he was 74 years old. when he got sick. and on his dieing bed an hour before he passed he was talking about the fish that he had to get up to chapmens to sell. he would say moms name , joyce, get me a plate, i got to get thease fish up to the lake, he talked about his leutenent in the army more than 40 + years ago. and the macalpine he worked on. my dad worked up to the fial moments of his life. i lost my best friend that night, my hunting buddy, my fishing pal. the greatest man i ever have known. dad if you hear me now. i miss you and love you.some day we,ll fish together again.

do you remember the day the world stood still

GROUND ZERO . A GIANT HOLE IN NEW YORK CITY. CAN YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOU WERE DOING ON THIS DAY. I WAS AT WORK AND HERD THE NEWS FLASH. IT WAS LIKE HEARING PRESIDENT KENEDY BEING SHOT ALL OVER AGAIN. YOUR MIND STARTS SPINNING AND TERRIBLE THOUGHTS OF WAR FLASHED THROUGH YOUR MIND. THEN ANOUTHER PLANE WENT DOWN AND THEN ANOUTHER.WHEN THE DAY WAS FINALY OVER MANY AMERICANS HAD LOST THERE LIVES. AND ALL OUT WAR WAS DECLARED ON TERRISOM.

WE ALL WAITED WATCHING, WONDERING HOW IT MUST HAVE BEEN IN THAT BUILDING. THEN OUR WORST NIGHTMARE. THE FIRST OF THE TWO BUILDINGS STARTED TO COLAPSE.FLOOR AFTER FLOOR LIKE A GIANT ACORDIAN TONS OF CONCRETE POUNDING ON TOP OF ONE ANOUTHERE DOWN, DOWN UNTELL IT WAS NOTHING. WITHING MINUTES. THE TWIN TOWER BEGAN IT,S FINAL DECENT TO THE BOTTOM. I WILL AND COULD NEVER IMADGINE WHAT WENT THROUGH THOSE PEOPLES MINDS IN THERE FINAL MOMENTS. AND WE AS AMERICANS HAVE TO KEEP THEASE MEMMORIES ALIVE. AS HARD AS IT IS . AS TERRIBLE AS IT SEEMS . THIS IS TRUE REALITY OF TERRISOM IN AMERICA. THE HOME OF THE BRAVE , THE LAND OF THE FREE.

LETS US NOT FORGET THAT HORRIBLE DAY WHEN OUR WORLD CAME TUMBELING DOWN. THIS IS THE REASON WE ARE ON FORIEGN SOIL TODAY. MANY PEOPLE HAVE SACRAFISED THERE LIVES TRYING TO BRING THOSE WHO WERE RESPONCIBLE TO JUSTICE.

HOW MANY MORE WILL DIE? BEFORE WE CAN LIVE IN OUR OWN COUNTRY WITHOUT BEING AFRAID OF ANOUTHER ATTACK.

winter 09

ya got to love the winters in upstate new york or they might get to you