05-15-2007, 12:00 AM
My father was a big hunter. He hunted elk and deer for most of his young life. He was a stern man and demanded perfection from the world and others.
His shoulder must have been sore alot because of the big chip he caried on it.
We hunted deer, wild fowl, javalina, and elk for many years together in Colorado and Arizona. I remember one day, we were in Oklahoma visiting my grandfather and we went to see the local buffalo herd.
My grandfather's grandfather was a great buffalo hunter and worked his life building the railroad across the west.
The herd was perhaps two hundred or more. They were big and wooly. My grandfather told the tale of how there was only a few herds left and this one was the largest or so I remember.
The buffalo were quiet and I was sad. In my imagination I could see thousands of them running across the plains and now they seem tame and kept and not free.
Today the buffalo is still alive and we as a nation should forever keep them going for they are majestic and part of us who live in the Americas.
His shoulder must have been sore alot because of the big chip he caried on it.
We hunted deer, wild fowl, javalina, and elk for many years together in Colorado and Arizona. I remember one day, we were in Oklahoma visiting my grandfather and we went to see the local buffalo herd.
My grandfather's grandfather was a great buffalo hunter and worked his life building the railroad across the west.
The herd was perhaps two hundred or more. They were big and wooly. My grandfather told the tale of how there was only a few herds left and this one was the largest or so I remember.
The buffalo were quiet and I was sad. In my imagination I could see thousands of them running across the plains and now they seem tame and kept and not free.
Today the buffalo is still alive and we as a nation should forever keep them going for they are majestic and part of us who live in the Americas.