It isn't easy or simple to impart a life lesson with energy and grace and not become detached in the struggle or didactic. This is a fine piece of living and of writing. Thanks.
"Packing Out" makes me think about the time an old man told me my grampa could tie a fancy knot holding all the hunting camp accoutrements onto a pack mule, but he could only seem to remember how to do it after a couple shots of whiskey. It's fun hearing all the old hunting stories, and I really like hearing them from people outside the family. I am hungry for lost know-how. Those long body pangs of exhaustion when fishing, hunting, and growing food as a spirit quest, enrichening you beyond your initial hopes, is not the desert plain of trading time for dollars or even a beloved career. I do both. Many do. I am so grateful to Mr. Bass for telling how doing both isn't a beat-down to either one, but an adventure of this particular time. I'm hungry for more of his stories that are more real than fiction.
It isn't easy or simple to impart a life lesson with energy and grace and not become detached in the struggle or didactic. This is a fine piece of living and of writing. Thanks.
"Packing Out" makes me think about the time an old man told me my grampa could tie a fancy knot holding all the hunting camp accoutrements onto a pack mule, but he could only seem to remember how to do it after a couple shots of whiskey. It's fun hearing all the old hunting stories, and I really like hearing them from people outside the family. I am hungry for lost know-how. Those long body pangs of exhaustion when fishing, hunting, and growing food as a spirit quest, enrichening you beyond your initial hopes, is not the desert plain of trading time for dollars or even a beloved career. I do both. Many do. I am so grateful to Mr. Bass for telling how doing both isn't a beat-down to either one, but an adventure of this particular time. I'm hungry for more of his stories that are more real than fiction.
What a beautiful snapshot of another way to live!