Many years ago we used to hunt elk with two other couples. This card reminds me of Bill. He was an enormous man in a world not designed for him. He used a tarp for rain gear and when the hunting was good he would carry half while Jim and Rob each hauled a quarter back to camp. He played a steel guitar and sang like an angel, and his .270 Winchester looked like a toy in his hands. When we'd gather wood for camp fire Bill always brought back a Yule log portion.
I'm reminded by this card, the blazing fire, the moon, the watchful bobcat, and the stately fir, of old friends, long gone family and a life time ago in another far but near place.
"Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart." ~ Thomas Fuller 1608-1661
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I can't imagine little you hunting a great big elk! Makes me smile to think about it. Bill sounds like a larger-than-life kind of guy, and a friend well worth remembering.
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