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We've done this before but maybe again - stories about Pow Pow
Posted on 3/24/13 at 5:33 pm
Posted on 3/24/13 at 5:33 pm
I took baby House over to see her Pow Pow and Mow Mow today. We don't get over there near enough, which is a shame because he lives here in BR. I'm talking about baby House's Pow Pow - my dad.
Dad doesn't fish or hunt anymore. He's 71 and now totally consumed with work. He doesn't want to retire. The man taught me alot, and what he couldn't teach me, he was man enough to let me spend time with my mom's family (uncles from Avoyelles Parish) to learn.
I brought my beagle over there today and seeing him sit with my daughter and beagle mad me think of my childhood. His patience...especially the the way he was with my dog and my baby girl.
This was my dog growing up - Dad's dog but he was mine in my eyes.
The best story I have about my dad is when I was 16. I was a pretty good hunter, and a damn good fisherman already. I killed a 10 point on Christmas Eve in Meadville, MS. dad didn't unchamber the round and thought he was dry firing the rifle and almost blew out the tire. Scared the shite out of both of us.
We also sank a boat in Ole River - I'll save that story for later because this is getting TL:DR.
Share some tales about your father or Pow Pow... because it was hard to leave mine today after seeing him with his grand daughter.
Dad doesn't fish or hunt anymore. He's 71 and now totally consumed with work. He doesn't want to retire. The man taught me alot, and what he couldn't teach me, he was man enough to let me spend time with my mom's family (uncles from Avoyelles Parish) to learn.
I brought my beagle over there today and seeing him sit with my daughter and beagle mad me think of my childhood. His patience...especially the the way he was with my dog and my baby girl.
This was my dog growing up - Dad's dog but he was mine in my eyes.
The best story I have about my dad is when I was 16. I was a pretty good hunter, and a damn good fisherman already. I killed a 10 point on Christmas Eve in Meadville, MS. dad didn't unchamber the round and thought he was dry firing the rifle and almost blew out the tire. Scared the shite out of both of us.
We also sank a boat in Ole River - I'll save that story for later because this is getting TL:DR.
Share some tales about your father or Pow Pow... because it was hard to leave mine today after seeing him with his grand daughter.
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Posted on 3/24/13 at 5:39 pm to AHouseDivided
This picture of my pawpaw sums up what hunting and fishing in Houma used to be like when I was growing up.
We could kill a limit of ducks and catch a limit of reds all before lunch time.
I've got a bunch of stories about this man but I'll just give the general. This man taught me more about hunting and fishing than anyone else besides my dad. Was really a guy who had zero time for bullshite and never shyed away from any hard work.
This is a man who never finished the 6th grade, yet might be one of the smartest people I ever met. It shocks me to think sometimes that two generations ago there wasn't a single person in my family who had ever gone to college, then I look at our family now and realize it all started with that man.
He died in 2007, and we still miss him today. My dad goes and fishes with his family every year on the anniversary of his death in his honor.
He's holding baby me in this picture.
We could kill a limit of ducks and catch a limit of reds all before lunch time.
I've got a bunch of stories about this man but I'll just give the general. This man taught me more about hunting and fishing than anyone else besides my dad. Was really a guy who had zero time for bullshite and never shyed away from any hard work.
This is a man who never finished the 6th grade, yet might be one of the smartest people I ever met. It shocks me to think sometimes that two generations ago there wasn't a single person in my family who had ever gone to college, then I look at our family now and realize it all started with that man.
He died in 2007, and we still miss him today. My dad goes and fishes with his family every year on the anniversary of his death in his honor.
He's holding baby me in this picture.
This post was edited on 3/24/13 at 5:40 pm
Posted on 3/24/13 at 5:39 pm to AHouseDivided
My maternal grandfather ended up dying early, but he was a "young" grandfather, in his fifties when I was old enough to remember him, and he would get out and do stuff with us. We were popping fireworks one New Year's Eve, and the fire fell off the lighter and into the sack of firecrackers he was holding. I never knew he could move that fast..
My paternal grandfather was older, but lived quite a bit longer, up through my college years. His big thing was taking the grandkids out to eat at least once a month. And he was a great cane pole fisherman. He always drove a nice car, but he always had brackets on the roof for a cane pole, and there was usually one there.
My paternal grandfather was older, but lived quite a bit longer, up through my college years. His big thing was taking the grandkids out to eat at least once a month. And he was a great cane pole fisherman. He always drove a nice car, but he always had brackets on the roof for a cane pole, and there was usually one there.
Posted on 3/24/13 at 5:45 pm to AHouseDivided
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father or Pow Pow.
The former wouldn't leave the Army so my Mom ditched him when I was 2ish at best. Never saw him again.
My Pow Pow, spent time with him for one summer, he was mesmerizing to me. He was dying at the time, but at 6 or 7 I had no clue and wasn't told.
Sorry to shite on your parade.
Posted on 3/24/13 at 5:52 pm to QuietTiger
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QuietTiger
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Sorry to shite on your parade.
You could never do that. I would have gladly shared my dad and Pow-Pow with you.
Posted on 3/24/13 at 5:52 pm to AHouseDivided
Only knew one of mine, but he was the best. He lied to get into the Marines during WWII. He fought against the Japs and got a purple heart. He had an ole 3 legged dog name Rowdy and he loved to hunt and fish. He never had a lot of money, but he would do anything for us. One of my last memories was sitting at their kitchen table with him and my fiance at the time. We were talking about going to the dentist and he told us that the problem with peoples teeth now days is that people brush their teeth too damn much. He was an awesome man!
Posted on 3/24/13 at 5:57 pm to QuietTiger
lost my pow pow 9 years ago. and i swear not a day goes by i dont think of him and miss him. i used to stay with my grandparents at least one night a week all the way til i was even in my early 20s. while he wasnt much for hunting he loved to fish and i have some great memories fishing with him. we had this one pond we would always catfish in, we never bought bait, we always went to one of his friends worm beds and dug worms it seemed like we always tore the catfish up! he was the greatest man i ever knew, he and my dad. he was the best tractor mechanic around and always had a garden of 10 acres ( or so it seemed) have so many fond memories in the shop with him or busting my tail in the garden with him! im lucky to still have my grandma and we still sit and talk about all the great times together! if you still have your grandparents cherish them!
it seemed like we always tore the catfish up! he was the greatest man i ever knew, he and my dad. he was the best tractor mechanic around and always had a garden of 10 acres ( or so it seemed) have so many fond memories in the shop with him or busting my tail in the garden with him! im lucky to still have my grandma and we still sit and talk about all the great times together! if you still have your grandparents cherish them! Posted on 3/24/13 at 6:07 pm to AHouseDivided
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I would have gladly shared my dad and Pow-Pow with you.
Awesome thing to say, thanks.
Was lucky enough to have friend's fathers/brothers that were OK with another tag along.
Posted on 3/24/13 at 10:12 pm to AHouseDivided
My Paw Paw is my idol.
He died in 1986.
He showed me what life was all about - family, friends, God and the outdoors.
He is the only person I've ever seen to bunt a baseball with the tip of the bat (like hitting a pool cue).
He died in 1986.
He showed me what life was all about - family, friends, God and the outdoors.
He is the only person I've ever seen to bunt a baseball with the tip of the bat (like hitting a pool cue).
Posted on 3/24/13 at 10:17 pm to AHouseDivided
My Dad's old man passed about 5 years ago in his mid 80s. He was dedicated to church and family. He'd bring me to church to shoot birds out of the koi ponds with my 410. Also we'd sit out by his pool and shoot birds trying to nest under the overhand behind the pool house.
Posted on 3/24/13 at 10:49 pm to AHouseDivided
I'm spending all week with my dad and pawpaw turkey hunting and gettin after the white perches. I'm sure there'll be some sort of story to come out of this.
Posted on 3/24/13 at 10:57 pm to DrTyger
Love the pic with the reds on the boat floor. Thats old school for sure. Wish I still had some of those old pics of Papa. Andrew wiped out my first 22 years of pics. I was blessed I guess, one hunted, the other fished.
I've erased three novels at this point, because as soon as someone does the TLDR bs, I'll have to cut them.
I've erased three novels at this point, because as soon as someone does the TLDR bs, I'll have to cut them.
Posted on 3/25/13 at 5:11 am to Capt ST
The first fish I ever caught was with my pow pow. He loved to fish but nothing fancy just in some small farm pond or on a creek. I didn't get much time with him since he died when I was 8.
My mother's dad I never knew met him once when I was around 14 he left them when he came back from the war.
My mother's dad I never knew met him once when I was around 14 he left them when he came back from the war.
Posted on 3/25/13 at 9:08 am to AHouseDivided
Both my pawpaws were genuinely good, spiritual and hard working men with an insane amount of practical know-how. Seemed like there wasn't much they couldnt figure out regarding mechanical and home things. Neither hunted or fished much in my lifetime but used to when they were younger and provided us gkids with the places to do both. Still miss them after many years since their passing.
This post was edited on 3/25/13 at 9:10 am
Posted on 3/25/13 at 10:04 am to USMCTiger03
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Both my pawpaws were genuinely good, spiritual and hard working men with an insane amount of practical know-how. Seemed like there wasn't much they couldnt figure out regarding mechanical and home things
I think that was a lot of them. Raised in the country they had no choice but to make do with what they had available. Home Depot and Napa weren't on every corner. Just amazed me what we fixed with bailing wire, duct tape and a little ingenuity. Steering goes out on boat, he goes to rear of boat(stick steer) lashes paddle to outboard opens beer and tells me to go crank her up and work the throttle for him. Drove that bitch back like a boss.
Posted on 3/25/13 at 10:07 am to USMCTiger03
My pow pow was a great story teller.
I remember when he got too old to fish and passed his tackle box and rods down to me.
That afternoon we sat in lawnchairs on the back porch and went through every bait in the box. Every bait had a story to go along with it. We just sat there drinking coffee and I'd listen like a kid as he told those stories.
I miss that man a whole lot.
I remember when he got too old to fish and passed his tackle box and rods down to me.
That afternoon we sat in lawnchairs on the back porch and went through every bait in the box. Every bait had a story to go along with it. We just sat there drinking coffee and I'd listen like a kid as he told those stories.
I miss that man a whole lot.
Posted on 3/25/13 at 10:11 am to Capt ST
Mine killed the last confirmed red wolf in St. francisville right behind the house he (then I) grew up in during the early to mid 70's. It was 78 lbs if i remember correctly. I have a pic, will have to see if my mom can scan and email it to me.
Posted on 3/25/13 at 10:16 am to AHouseDivided
Here's one I shared over 2 years ago. Hes still with us, but hes not doing well physically... The gun is in my gun safe. My plans are to give it to my son when he turns 16. Hes 10 now and has no clue about it yet.
Paw Paws gun
Paw Paws gun
Posted on 3/25/13 at 10:33 am to AHouseDivided
My paternal grandfather died when I was 5. I remember him a little. Tough man's man from what everyone said. I remember drinking out of Dixie cups on his tailgate while listening to his rabbit dogs run. He taught me how to peel an orange, put a hook in a catalpa worm, and the proper way to put a fist in someone's nose.
My maternal grandfather just passed 2 years ago. He could build or fix anything. He built a barn by himself at the young age of 78. I have a lot of his old tools and guns. He always had a good squirrel dog, a sharp pocket knife, a Dickies jumpsuit, and American made vehicles. When the 2008 election was getting kicked off he looked at me and said "I can't believe this communist muslim N____ is gonna be president when I die." He was right.
My maternal grandfather just passed 2 years ago. He could build or fix anything. He built a barn by himself at the young age of 78. I have a lot of his old tools and guns. He always had a good squirrel dog, a sharp pocket knife, a Dickies jumpsuit, and American made vehicles. When the 2008 election was getting kicked off he looked at me and said "I can't believe this communist muslim N____ is gonna be president when I die." He was right.
Posted on 3/25/13 at 11:51 am to tenfoe
My papaw (dad's side) can out fish anybody I know. And he does it all out of a 14' or 16' flat boat. He has several of these
Anyway, my first fishing trip with just me and him we were bream fishing a creek in Webster parish. I can't remember which one. He had cane poles rigged up, but I wanted to use my new spinning reel. He pulled up fish after fish, while I spent most of the day struggling to cast such a short distance. Finally I put down my "fancy rod and reel" picked up his cane pole and continued to pull them in!!
Thank God for that generation of men!
Anyway, my first fishing trip with just me and him we were bream fishing a creek in Webster parish. I can't remember which one. He had cane poles rigged up, but I wanted to use my new spinning reel. He pulled up fish after fish, while I spent most of the day struggling to cast such a short distance. Finally I put down my "fancy rod and reel" picked up his cane pole and continued to pull them in!!
Thank God for that generation of men!
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