Above we were talking about our hunting buds and all, I'll tell you this.
About a month ago a young lady came to me and asked if I'd be a pallbearer for her father, Ronnie. Ronnie is still alive, but he's not well. I've posted pictures of him here on the forum before, several times.
Ronnie and my Dad were best friends, and hunting buddies since before my time. Dad was 20 some years older than Ronnie, and Ronnie is 20 years older than me. We share the same birthday, just 20 years difference. I've hunted with Ronnie off and on, all of my life. I'm pretty sure that I've mentioned this before, but Ronnie is one of the best hunters and marksman and woodsman that I've ever had the pleasure of hunting with.
Ronnie and his wife have 2 daughters, Christie and Lisa. Christie is the oldest and she's the one that asked me. I see and talk to the girls pretty often, couple times per week or so, and they always give me an update. I've promised the girls for over a year that I'd come visit, and check on him myself.
Long story short, Lisa called me the other day and invited me over for a surprise birthday dinner she was doing for her sister. It's a half hour drive from here to their house. You guys that live in densely populated areas will appreciate this: From the intersection, they live in the 3rd house on the right, 1.8 miles up the road. It's a beautiful drive up that hollow.
I pulled in the driveway and set off the Three Dog Alarm system. Once you walk inside, there's a full body mount of a BIG black bear looking at you, 2 or 3 other bear mounts, deer horns everywhere. Ronnie has harvested some impressive deer! Guys, the house smelled good from the girl's cooking. I walked through the kitchen and talked to the girls and Mom for a little bit, checked to see what all was cooking.
Walked around the corner into the next room, Ronnie was sitting in his easy chair. As soon as he seen me he said: Hey, Timbo. We shook hands and talked for a minute. I asked him how are you doing? Ronnie said: I'm not good, pointing to his heart, then said, I'm about ready to check out.
I sat on the couch across from him and we talked until the girls called us for supper. Just me and their family sitting around the table. Ronnie and his wife, Lisa, me and Christie. Lisa's one year old daughter sitting in a highchair beside Grandma. Grandma was teaching the little red-haired girl how to hold her baby spoon. First time I'd watched a baby eat for a long time.
But we had a great meal, and very nice visit. I apologized to Ronnie for not coming over to visit sooner. I told them when I left, I'm just like a stray cat, feed me once and I'll be back. But you know, virus or no virus, we all have obligations.
Next time I go over to visit and if Ronnie feels up to it, I'll take him for a ride. Fresh mountain air would do him good.