sorry no happy ending to this story but it was cool anyway. As some of you know and many will just find out, last year I had found that....well to be politically incorrect.... a military conquest beget a son. Well with social media being what it is he found me after 32 years. He's a good boy just like I would hoped a Son of mine would turn out but no thanks to me I suppose only genetics.(Not to mention he has 3 daughters) Well he's a Turkey Hunter..rabidly so... has a suit case of calls of one type, form or another. With the future acquisition of our new place in hand and room to hunt Turkeys he came up from Tennessee to try his luck on Missouri birds. Turkeys being what they are FRUSTRATING we came up empty handed. We did fish one of the ponds caught some good...no make that MONSTER Blue Gills and to make his old pappy proud he brought up some Tennessee Shine...eeew sooo smooth. Never mentioned a word about it he just figured..hows that for genetics? He did leave with one extra thing tho. After my G-Pa died my uncles gave me my G-Pa's first 22 that he had bought in the early/mid 1930's being I was the oldest Grandson so figuring he's the oldest G- G Son..he deserved a family heirloom.
This damned website wont allow pictures of decent size or quality but the poor bastard has too many of my physical & mental attributes..he's in for a long struggle LOL
just thought I'd share.