(Following is a chapter in my new book, “Fa-
thers, Sons and Old Guns”. The book, containing
50 of the columns I have written over the years is
available from Amazon.com)
I met the old fellow once way back in the woods
as he ground his pick-up to a rattling halt
and stopped to chat when he noticed me
walking along the woods road, shotgun
over my shoulder on my way home from
hunting squirrels.
He told me he lived in Texas but that he
owned a little piece of land back there in
the woods and that he had planned to dam
up the little creek on his place and build a
pond.