Brothers in arms

Been on vacation this week and still trying to get over Dad.You know the hero isn't supposed to die in the movie. Somehow my hero did. So I thought a week of turkey hunting near the house would be the ticket to renew the soul. So I called my little brother Rob to see if he'd be interested in seeing the cabin and get some turkey huntin' in. Well before we new it, it turned into  a brother weekend, I couldn't have asked for anything more.   Rob and I didn't get a turkey, saw some and had a good hunt anyway, as we don't get to hunt together as much as we would like. Mike and I got caught up and had some good laughs, and Dennis and I got to do 2 canoe trips 6 miles downstream past the swinging bridge and 8 upstream to the house. The upstream stretch had a lot of

 ugly log jams we had to navigate, but nothing we've haven't overcome before. I also got to cook up the kitchen sink of wild game. Alligator,bear,wild boar, buffalo,pheasant,and deer. It was a pleasure to cook up all my wild game specialties for my brothers to enjoy and appreciate where their food comes from. There is nothing more natural. Just got my carport converted to a garage by a  local Mennonite fellow. I now have a SHOP to officially do stuff. Having all my  brothers here to just hang out at my new digs with no pressure or distractions was something we rarely get and will rightly cherish. Being able to do next weekend would not be soon enough. I think for me was the most and best healing medicine I could get. And I guess Dad would have said it best. " Get over it." I'm trying Dad.