Woods Walker wrote:"He was a fair, honest and incredibly tough man."
The apple didn't fall too far from that tree, did it?!!
I was "schooled" by the same type of "tribal elders" in our hunting group. As they say, it's the heat of the fire that makes the steel strong.
I appreciate the complement but I'm afraid they broke the mold. Warts, old nightmares from the Battle of the Bulge and all, Gramp was a giant among men. I miss him daily.
Mind if I share a quick story and then we can get back to the question at hand? Stop me if you've heard this one. I was fifteen and my dad brought me back to the Adirondacks for a hunt with Grandpa. We were staying in a tent on the Boreas River, where it crosses the Blue Ridge road in late November. If you know where that is, you've spent some time in some rough places. You also may also be wondering why in the heck someone from fertile farmland would ever want to hunt in such a harsh place. The only thing I can say is that is where Gramp wanted to camp and hunt and that was the end of it. Anyway, the temp had dropped below zero and everything had frozen. The chili my dad had made and brought into camp was a solid block but he did his level best to thaw it out. What came out was chili with ice chips and blackened burned bits floating in it. I was fifteen and spoiled so I complained about the food and balked at eating it. Gramp sat silently and chewed his pipe stem for a good 15-20 minutes while I sparred with my dad over the quality of the food he was good enough to cook and prepare for me. Finally Gramp spoke up without even looking up at us. He just said, "Joey, if you're hungry enough...you'll eat it." And that was it. Not a profound statement at all. His words never were. But it was the way he said it. It carried the message that he was speaking from experience. He had been hungry and had eaten far worse to survive and he's had enough of my complaining. At the same time, I knew he loved me very much and never wanted to hurt or embarrass me. That being said, the message carried the promise of one or both if I kept running my mouth. Needless to say, I shut up and ate my chili and loved and respected my grandfather all the more.
Back to the point at hand. I'd say the offending party probably needs to find a new place to take his boy shooting because the next time he pulls that stunt might not end well.