Here I am with a gun. We were hunting Wild Turkey 101 up near Red River and I... I'm sorry What? It's not a gun? It's a large stick? Oh... well... never mind then.
Carry on.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
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Not only is this a stick that Rick is holding, it's a 'double-barreled' stick, a rare find. This was in Red River at the entrance to 'the cave'. Note the neatly stacked firewood behind Rick. To give you an idea how steep this mountain was, I took this picture about 5' away from Rick and I'm 3' above him. Also not that the tree behind Rick is about 10' feet away and Rick is near the top of this 30' conifer.
ReplyDeleteAs I recollect, it was a Remington Spruce .50 caliber Thirty-Ought-Six over/under combination Buffalo hunting stick with slack-bolt action and a custom engraved sneeze-guard.
ReplyDeleteYou know, I've looked at this photo so many times over the years that I never realized that people who weren't there don't really have a height reference. It looks like I'm standing on the ground, but yeah, this was way up there. As I recall, it was basically about 30 feet up a cliff face, but it had a slag tailing that served as a way to climb up.
ReplyDeleteThe Familia and I were planning a trip up to Red River this summer, and I was hoping to take some new photos of the site, but we're going to Sipapu instead. Maybe we'll somehow make the trip anyway.
The other thing to note here is Rick's gut. When he left NM in 1976, he weighted 135 lbs. When he returned from Basic Training, he weighted the same, but was lean and mean - best shape of his life.
ReplyDeleteThree years later (and two weeks before this photo was taken) he returned from Germany where, after a year and a half of beer, Rum and Cokes, and a perpetual case of the munchies, he tipped the scale at 210.
Somehow, in the next three months, he dropped 30 lbs, enough the be able to get back in the Army.
Thirty years later and Rick is at 210 again, never having broken that 180lb. barrier.
Gut hell, what about that 'package'? Talk about screamin' fabric! Whew!
ReplyDelete*Writers note: I'm not gay.