Outdoors

I suppose it’s normal, when you get older, to revisit more frequently those special times and events that define who you are. One such activity that put an indelible mark on my life will seem insignificant to some who never experienced it, nor would they care to. I’ll explain.

Back in the day, I’m talking eight decades or so ago, kids raised out on the rural route did it differently. When it came to entertaining yourself, there was no high fi gadgets, no cell phone and no video games. Why? It takes electricity for these things to work and it was years before the wires were strung and lights came on in Goldonna.

Want to be the envy of your hunting buddies and fill your calendar with squirrel hunt bookings? Find and train a dog to tree squirrels and you’ll wear out your pencil jotting down hunting dates.

I had the privilege of writing a story 36 years ago of an impressive buck taken by the late Tommy Simmons of Ruston. On Nov. 13, 1986, Simmons was hunting in northern Lincoln Parish when a buster of a buck stepped out and he dropped the 12 point.