There are certian things that happen in your day that sometimes evoke a memory. Whether it be a certain smell that could remind you of your grandma, or even a taste that makes you think of a certain place. Well, today as I was listening to the radio, while knitting might I add, a song came on the radio. It's not like it's a heartfelt song, or one that brings you to tears. No it's just a simple country song.
"Fishing in the Dark".. Nitty Gritty Dirt Band... If you haven't heard the song. Get on itunes, find it, and play it. Even if you aren't a country fan. It's catchy!!!
Ok, why does this song have special meaning to me. Well, it takes me back to when i was about 7 or 8 years old, when my brother and I would go out for a drive in his Chevy pick-up and drive the fields. See my family were crop farmers. Up until Feb 2007 they had farmed, over 2000 acres and that was their lively hood. And well, that's the only thing my brother knew. He's now going to be 37 this year. So his entire life was farming...
So on the weekends he would get his 22 rifle, hitch it to the back window of his pick-up and him and I would go around checking out the fields. You know, seeing if the crops were taking to whatever miracle they tried. And of course to see if mother nature was being kind. But along with that, we had to check to see if any pesky animals would be getting into the crops. Mainly woodchucks (or some places groundhogs). Of course that wasn't the only animal on the radar, as many animals would get into the fields and have their way with them. But those were always the one's that would make the most damage and the most annoying.
Now when we would see one of the pesky critters, he would get his rifle, point it out the window and shoot. (ok, so that is probably illegal in most states. But I am not kidding you when I say we live so far out in the boonies, you could set a bomb off, and noone would pay any attention.) Then after he got done popping one of them, we would drive off and check out more fields. Usually this was a 2 hour ordeal. But it was sure fun.
So there you have a little story from my childhood. Every once in a while these memories creep up on me, and I get a little smile just thinking about them. And maybe you'll get to hear about them. If you are lucky, I may be even able to find a picture of my brother so you can put a face to the story. That's if you're lucky. (He doesn't like to be photographed. Even by his favorite sister!)
Thanks for reading!!!