Papa Bear
My last blog, which included some very fond memories of my dad, seemed to invoke similar thoughts from a lot of you readers. I really appreciate your comments and the insights you share back with me. This is not a very flattering picture of myself, brother Darryl, and “Papa Bear,” but its one of my favorites of my dad.
This was our very first bear hunt out of the Baldwin camp, and Darryl took the first bear. I wore my hair quite long in those days, and dad didn’t care for it very much. In fact he made me a little proposition. If I shot a bear-I had to go into town and get a hair cut. Of course I wasn’t thinking of that when a nice “blackie” came strolling past my blind, but my dad hadn’t forgotten. He reminded me the next day, when we went into Marquette to check our bear in, so begrudgingly I got “clipped.” It wasn’t that big a deal, because by Christmas it was long again. We had a great time on that first Upper Peninsula hunt, and the Ansel family will always be grateful to the Baldwins for sharing it with us. I can’t wait to get back in the “boonies” this fall, and create some more memories.
Mike
August 30th, 2007 at 12:55 pm
Yeah..parents can be like that. Very cool picture though and someday, maybe, I will get brave enough to do a Michigan bear hunt.
September 2nd, 2007 at 11:47 am
You know Mike, I missed this one. I went to your blog when you answered my comment and I started running down through your blogs and just stopped at this one. What a blast from the past. Your dad and mom were and are wonderful people. What a picture. LOL Did you make Darryl ride in the back the whole way or what?