THANKSGIVING
Two things of prominence annually occurred on our gun deer hunting season when my brothers and I were too young to hunt deer:
HUNTER’S CLOSET
1. Dad called home Sunday night before Thanksgiving, after the second day of hunting, to let us know how he and the other guys in the hunting crew had done. Dad and his hunting partners would be hunting through Friday or Saturday after Thanksgiving, and we wouldn’t hear from him again until he came home.
Sunday….waiting for that phone call from Dad….was the longest day of the year. Longer even than the day before Christmas. Because that phone call was better than Christmas. Christmas happens only once a year, but when Dad came home after Thanksgiving we would get to hear it all over again and actually see the buck he had tagged.
2. Thanksgiving Day was for my Mom’s family. None of them hunted, so it was truly a family gathering of Grandpa, Grandma, aunts, uncles and a bunch of excited cousins; except for Dad, who was still in the deer woods.
My brothers and I didn’t miss him, not in the sense that he was missing
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