Biden is at it again. He is still trying to

confiscate our gas stoves, and yesterday he mentioned he would like to get all the "fridges and freezers along with the stoves". You ladies may have to learn how to cook on a wood cook stove. Jim might make you a good price on some cut wood.
When things started going wonkers several years back I ordered my wood cook stove, the Mealmaster, from the company in Knoxville Tennessee that had been making them for 300 years. The stove warms up the whole back of the house. Now if the chitzels hits the fan (and it looks worse every day) I am somewhat ready.



The letter M in Mealmaster got knocked off in the shipping from Knoxville but no biggie. It still cooks great. My old Grannie cooked on one of these up until she died in the late 60s. She always kept a cooking pot full of home made biscuits in there covered up to keep them fresh and my hands out of there. Not that it ever worked. If I passed that stove I never passed without slipping a couple of fresh biscuits in my pocket. Good old memories.
I hunted just about every day during the season (it was a season I made up as I went along) I would bring her a batch of big Red Squirrels or a Cottontail or two. A few quail made her happy too. We lived about 200 yards from her house. She was my Mother's Mother so to keep her happy I tried to help out. I used my Dad's big heavy 12 gauge we bought for my Dad for Christmas for the rabbits and quail


and another Sears gun, a J.C. Higgens 22 LR for the squirrels. It was sold at Sears as a J.C. Higgens but made by High Standard just like the shotguns.
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After her last son moved away, I was 15 or 16, and I would try to help as much as I could. She raised those big ass white mules and even though I was not comfy when those big guys were around I would help out with them as much as I could. I would open up the stalls in the morning for those big boys and they would come flying out and more often than not my old Grannie would be standing at the front of the stable and as they would come out they would knock her end over end. She would just go up to the mule that had hit her and pat his nose and hug his neck.

Even up to the time I was 20 or so and working at the radio station in Springfield Tennessee I spent as much time as I could helping out.

Most of my hunting back then, in 1964 and 1965 was the common critters found in the country north of Nashville but those were some great memories.
I tried my hand at doves but they lived a long life when I was around.
I don't know where I got off the topic of cold winters and Jim chopping wood but it is good to go back and remember the best times of my life. .