Calberty, remember when environmentalists
used to be called conservationists ?
That was the kind of guy my Dad was, getting me up
at 6am to stock fish in a stream, monitor water samples,
build deep dams, trim the creek of litter.
And when we hunted we learned a lot about
the woods we walked in.
We all came to like hiking and exploring and discovery
Sportsmanship, honor and no waste.
Watch a hundred eyes moving in a farm field just
after dusk, seeing the movement of the deer from
the top of the mountain, along the Appalachian Trail.
It was a symbiosis of guns, hunting, fishing, sportsmanship, respect and knowlege of nature.
There were no divisions.