Before I Got Old…
In Dad and Grandpa McNew’s country pool hall, the old timer’s they called the front bench regulars were the same age then that I am now. I recognize the similarities in them that I now figure is normal for me and others in their seventies. Out of 15 or 20 of those men who fit into the category of ‘old-timers’, there were men who still coon-hunted, trapped and paddled down the piney. Then there were some who could have but didn’t. That was a puzzlement for me, a thirteen-yearold kid back then who always wanted to and could have but had the problem of what Dad would allow. I didn’t always have enough money either when it came to buying ammo, and many of the old timers had that problem too. And of course, there were those who would have been out in the woods or on the river as they had always been, but age gave them a bad back or a ruined knee or an ‘ol lady’ who wouldn’t let them waste the money.
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