{"id":18,"date":"2012-04-25T03:56:00","date_gmt":"2012-04-25T03:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ladymacblog.com\/?p=18"},"modified":"2012-04-25T03:56:00","modified_gmt":"2012-04-25T03:56:00","slug":"young-hunters-and-pirates","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.ladymacblog.com\/?p=18","title":{"rendered":"Young Hunters and Pirates"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\"><i>Be sure to <\/i><\/span><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\"><i>c<\/i><a href=\"http:\/\/avoidingthesandyland.blogspot.ca\/2012\/02\/where-i-come-from.html\" target=\"_blank\"><i>lick this link for\u00a0 <\/i><\/a><\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\"><i>more info on the story behind the stories of my childhood. <\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<table align=\"center\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" style=\"margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-gc26LmCBsr8\/T5d0Pzjh66I\/AAAAAAAAOr8\/Q7ISyKdad74\/s1600\/45028_422896197126_643127126_5284720_1609474_n.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" border=\"0\" height=\"320\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-gc26LmCBsr8\/T5d0Pzjh66I\/AAAAAAAAOr8\/Q7ISyKdad74\/s320\/45028_422896197126_643127126_5284720_1609474_n.jpg\" width=\"240\" \/><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\">(The Creek)<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>Watching my children create an entire pirate kingdom on our patio brought to mind a favorite imaginary world I had shared with my younger brother.<\/p>\n<table cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" style=\"float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-Dx_XRlaGAdY\/T5d8rs4GHoI\/AAAAAAAAOsM\/AhB7xZTieXs\/s1600\/IMG_2231b.JPG\" style=\"clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" border=\"0\" height=\"320\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-Dx_XRlaGAdY\/T5d8rs4GHoI\/AAAAAAAAOsM\/AhB7xZTieXs\/s320\/IMG_2231b.JPG\" width=\"213\" \/><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\">(Mopsy and two spring babies.)<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>I can remember pretending to be hunters.\u00a0 We would get the perfect stick and stalk the goats through the brush (my parents had a goat farm and we had endless games involving the live stock).\u00a0 One afternoon though we expanded the game, thanks to my brother getting his hands on a pellet rifle.\u00a0 Now don&#8217;t worry about the goats, we where smart enough to know shooting them was a quick way into my folks bad books.\u00a0 We decided, instead, to travel down river and seek out an ever worthy prey&#8230;squirrels and chipmunks.<\/p>\n<p>The faithful orange Coleman canoe was loaded up, life jackets clipped on and we pushed off.\u00a0 The river was actually a creek that ran through the bottom of our small farm property.\u00a0 It was a very healthy water way, leading to many lakes and even a small set of rapids.\u00a0 Smooth flowing water, riddled with weeds just below the surface.\u00a0 It twists and turns, sleepily,\u00a0 around beds of floating weeds.\u00a0 Walled in by endless trees and bedrock, it is a true northern shield water way.\u00a0 <\/p>\n<table align=\"center\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" style=\"margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-H3Cs6dtd3yE\/T5ltSXSKVfI\/AAAAAAAAOsU\/vsH9K516u_M\/s1600\/305508_289937527759285_100002291190069_641236_2099471225_n.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" border=\"0\" height=\"179\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-H3Cs6dtd3yE\/T5ltSXSKVfI\/AAAAAAAAOsU\/vsH9K516u_M\/s320\/305508_289937527759285_100002291190069_641236_2099471225_n.jpg\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\">(The Munro Dock)<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<div style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-W2oDoqFhORw\/T5ltVoaG_zI\/AAAAAAAAOss\/MJ8ABFlKWtY\/s1600\/427871_289927211093650_100002291190069_641222_140737766_n.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><img decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-W2oDoqFhORw\/T5ltVoaG_zI\/AAAAAAAAOss\/MJ8ABFlKWtY\/s1600\/427871_289927211093650_100002291190069_641222_140737766_n.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>I was guide.\u00a0 We sought out signs and sounds that meant our game was near by.\u00a0 I would let my brother off on land to do the hunting.\u00a0 As faithful guide I waited till I hear a shot and then let out a good &#8216;yahoo&#8217; for his efforts.\u00a0 Never did he come back with proof of kill.\u00a0 Considering how many times we repeated this process I highly doubt he even came close to tagging a tree rodent of any kind.<\/p>\n<p>It kept us incredibly busy and happy&#8230; till Mom honked the horn three times&#8230;. that was our get back home call.\u00a0 We where usually ready for the honk as our imaginative and wide wandering games often left us with healthy appetites.<\/p>\n<div style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-G5YkQWacIcw\/T5ltT1hptJI\/AAAAAAAAOsk\/SOzaefITb44\/s1600\/405130_289937377759300_100002291190069_641235_1021894413_n.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" border=\"0\" height=\"179\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-G5YkQWacIcw\/T5ltT1hptJI\/AAAAAAAAOsk\/SOzaefITb44\/s320\/405130_289937377759300_100002291190069_641235_1021894413_n.jpg\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a><a href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/--s_8B0vzh30\/T5ltTYkXJBI\/AAAAAAAAOsc\/OR4Vwb7UEr8\/s1600\/309962_289937251092646_100002291190069_641234_584579119_n.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" border=\"0\" height=\"179\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/--s_8B0vzh30\/T5ltTYkXJBI\/AAAAAAAAOsc\/OR4Vwb7UEr8\/s320\/309962_289937251092646_100002291190069_641234_584579119_n.jpg\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>My kids hunted down and buried treasure, fought the authorities and forced mates to walk the plank till supper; and they too ate well.<\/p>\n<table align=\"center\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" style=\"margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-nstvlE6idh8\/T5d79ezRC_I\/AAAAAAAAOsE\/YcCJ0pKFvZs\/s1600\/IMG_2227b.JPG\" style=\"margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" border=\"0\" height=\"213\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-nstvlE6idh8\/T5d79ezRC_I\/AAAAAAAAOsE\/YcCJ0pKFvZs\/s320\/IMG_2227b.JPG\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\">(My younger brother and I.)<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>TTFN<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Be sure to click this link for\u00a0 more info on the story behind the stories of my childhood. (The Creek) Watching my children create an entire pirate kingdom on our patio brought to mind a favorite imaginary world I had shared with my younger brother. (Mopsy and two spring babies.) 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