re: Trained assassins TV show, where in LA do they hunt?

My grandfather moved to nearby Woodville to die. I kid, but he only lived two years after moving there, from a place on Black River Lake near Monterey. Before that he lived in Vidalia, and was a supervisor at the Natchez IP mill.

He had a small farm, good fishing, and good hunting on the lake. My grandmother cooked biscuits from scratch, with eggs, bacon, and homemade jellies, every morning for 5:30 am. He got out on the lake fishing most mornings, came in for an early lunch, then got on the tractor, and piddled til 5 p.m., He was near my family, and another of his daughters' families in Vidalia. He had two SIL's and five grandsons to hunt and fish with.

Each one of the grandson's got to go spend a couple of weeks with them. It was the highlight of our summer. It took a couple of nights to get used to sleeping in a tall bed, and four or five old wind up clocks going off, one every 15 minutes. We got up, ate a big breakfast, and spent the day working in a field, the yard, or on a Zebco. He killed deer out of season claiming they were eating his corn, he taught us about rattlers being around the palmetto plants, and let us smoke cigars, and chew Beechnut with him.

Once he moved into town, where the only outdoor activities he partook in were shooting squirrels and gardening in the backyard, he just wasted away. I know there was plenty of good hunting around Woodville, but other than my grandmother's nephew there, he just didn't know anyone to take him hunting or fishing. We still visited, but we were just kids, so we didn't know anything about the hunting, of fishing there. We just sat in the backyard with him. My grandmother still cooked three meals a day, but they didn't have anything to get up so early for.

It's something I hope I never forget. When you retire, don't put yourself in a situation where you;re nearer to a doctor, but have nothing to do but sit and watch squirrels eat your pecans.