Hunting on Rememberance day was a tradition for me too Nog. I used to find a spot where I could sit, glass the timber edge and put my back against a tree and my butt on a moss blanket and keep track until the 11, 11, 11 . time arrived. It was my time to contemplate what might have been if my father had not been killed on Dec 13th 1943 in Italy. The battle for Ortona. I know now that the hunt on that special day was my way to spend a few hours in contemplation . I have put my guns aside now as my eyes are not what they should be to pick out that grey/brown and white shadow in the fern beds at the timbers edge. But I had a treat yesterday when a heavy 3x3 showed up in my property to check outHave yet to make up my mind what is for DinDin tonight...
My own personal tradition is to spend the evening of Remembrance Day hunting solo.
It is my personal time to reflect on the many from my own Family Line that served - the ones that did not come home, and those that did forever changed.
And my time to thank them for what they endured such that I have been able to live my life in the manner I have.
Something I have done for decades, and something I will be doing again this very evening.
Dinner plans hold until I get back from that, so likely a tad late.
Cheers
Same batter as your fish?Ling n chips last night. I had little extra batter and chunk of onion in the fridge, so made a few onion rings for the first time…they’ll be going on the repeat list. For dessert, I stole some Halloween candy from my kid
YupSame batter as your fish?
Recipe please