DRAFTSTUD
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Everyone should have an Uncle Marshall, as a kid growing up in Ft. Worth we would drive over to West Monroe, La on Christmas or Thanksgiving usually arriving late at night. Uncle Marshall would be in Bed while Aunt Betty would have a smile and Giggle in her voice that we had arrived safe. As a 4 or 5 year old I remember sneaking into Uncle Marshal's room and rubbing my face on his whiskers, he loved kids!
Later as I grew older I got to go Deer Hunting with Uncles, cousins and Aunts. What a wonderful time, cousins Denny and David would load the dogs and saddle the horses and away we would go to place like Whorley Hill or any of a dozen colorful named spots we hunted.
Uncle Marshall was the Huntmaster, I was a stander who was let off on a Haul road to "Stand" there listening for the dogs and maybe a deer to come by. Every so often someone would come by and Holler "Did the dogs cross here?" Maybe that the dogs were running a big Buck! You would hear a Cow Horn being blown to call the dog together and down the road would come Uncle Marshall on a TWH sitting steady in the saddle with a deer behind the saddle and 6 or 9 dogs running at his feet. To me he looked like a Knight coming from a Joust!
Uncle Marshall was one of 18 brothers and sisters, I never could remember them all! LOL We had a great time during the hunt and at the end of the day I would climb into Uncle Marshall's truck and go from one country store to the next looking for dogs that were missing. Back then everyone of those stores had a dog pen other hunters would put his dogs that they found during the day. Here is the fun part of being of being co pilot with Uncle Marshall, every store I got a Chocolate YoHoo and a Banana Flip cake!
Well this morning Uncle Marshall went to see the Lord. Cousin David said he was calling his Dogs and talking about going home. I can't help but see the good things in life that Uncle Marshall showed us. Now he can ride forever with a pack of dogs trailing behind and blow that Cow Horn! Love ya Uncle Marshall. Johnny
Later as I grew older I got to go Deer Hunting with Uncles, cousins and Aunts. What a wonderful time, cousins Denny and David would load the dogs and saddle the horses and away we would go to place like Whorley Hill or any of a dozen colorful named spots we hunted.
Uncle Marshall was the Huntmaster, I was a stander who was let off on a Haul road to "Stand" there listening for the dogs and maybe a deer to come by. Every so often someone would come by and Holler "Did the dogs cross here?" Maybe that the dogs were running a big Buck! You would hear a Cow Horn being blown to call the dog together and down the road would come Uncle Marshall on a TWH sitting steady in the saddle with a deer behind the saddle and 6 or 9 dogs running at his feet. To me he looked like a Knight coming from a Joust!
Uncle Marshall was one of 18 brothers and sisters, I never could remember them all! LOL We had a great time during the hunt and at the end of the day I would climb into Uncle Marshall's truck and go from one country store to the next looking for dogs that were missing. Back then everyone of those stores had a dog pen other hunters would put his dogs that they found during the day. Here is the fun part of being of being co pilot with Uncle Marshall, every store I got a Chocolate YoHoo and a Banana Flip cake!
Well this morning Uncle Marshall went to see the Lord. Cousin David said he was calling his Dogs and talking about going home. I can't help but see the good things in life that Uncle Marshall showed us. Now he can ride forever with a pack of dogs trailing behind and blow that Cow Horn! Love ya Uncle Marshall. Johnny
