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Author: John C. Blythe Publisher: Xlibris Corporation ISBN: 1469107821 Category : Biography & Autobiography Languages : en Pages : 117
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It is hard to say exactly what it is that makes friendships develop. There is certainly the bond of common interest. But friendship is more than that. It grows stronger with shared adventure, shared pain, and shared laughter. ?I have a better insight into why you enjoyed those trips to South Georgia,? Ruth said after ?proofing? the chapters for me, but she expressed concern that some of the stories might be too ribald for the grandchildren to read. But I am only relating what was said and done as best I can remember. When I told Paul that I was writing about the trips, he also suggested that I might not want to tell it all. But I did ? all that came to mind anyway. To really understand, you?ve got to know it all. The stories in this book are about the annual quail hunting trips Paul and I made to Early County, Georgia over a period of twelve or so years. More than that, the book is about the friendships that four men developed and the bonds that grew over the years. William and Paul lived in the same dormitory when they were students at Auburn University in the late 1950?s. During that time they began making a yearly trip to quail hunt at William?s family farm just north of Blakely, and after Paul retired from the Marines, they took up the tradition again. In February, 1993 they invited me to join them. You will see from these dates that we were not spring chickens when the hunts occurred. The exception is Toby, the sprightly young grig, who was a friend and neighbor of William. I use ?neighbor? in the rural sense because they were not in hollering distance of each other. I could tell that they had a bond when I met them, and that Toby went to ?choir practice? with William?s older buddies. ?Choir practice? was William?s euphemism for playing poker. I do not think that either had a corrupting influence on the other. They were also fishing and hunting partners, the same as Paul and I. Anyone who loves dogs will understand the special bond that develops between owner and dog, or in my case, it seems, between owner and man. I love my dogs, and, thank God, Ruth does too ? probably more than I do. This story is about them, too. Most of all, the story is about the gentleman himself, Mr. Bob White. I fear that I have not done him justice because he is hard to describe. He is fast, agile, allusive, elusive, evasive, and smart. He is gregarious with his clan and forms a covey that moves like an army and springs into the air simultaneously, each foot seeming to leave the ground at the same millisecond. Covey rises always seem choreographed, and even when you know it is about to happen, it is like a surprise, a startle. The sound of a covey rise is frequently expressed as being like an explosion, or thunder, or eruption, but it is not like that. Actually the sound comes from the wing beats, and the pounding of the feathered appendage against the feathered body. But...you just have to be there. Paul and I live in east central Alabama, the lower Piedmont part of the Appalachian foot hills. Here quail and quail habitat have largely disappeared over the last half century as patch or subsistence farming has drastically declined. Quail do not do well in cow pastures and pine plantations. The opportunity for us to hunt birds in Early County, Georgia was a thrill difficult to over state.
Author: John C. Blythe Publisher: Xlibris Corporation ISBN: 1469107821 Category : Biography & Autobiography Languages : en Pages : 117
Book Description
It is hard to say exactly what it is that makes friendships develop. There is certainly the bond of common interest. But friendship is more than that. It grows stronger with shared adventure, shared pain, and shared laughter. ?I have a better insight into why you enjoyed those trips to South Georgia,? Ruth said after ?proofing? the chapters for me, but she expressed concern that some of the stories might be too ribald for the grandchildren to read. But I am only relating what was said and done as best I can remember. When I told Paul that I was writing about the trips, he also suggested that I might not want to tell it all. But I did ? all that came to mind anyway. To really understand, you?ve got to know it all. The stories in this book are about the annual quail hunting trips Paul and I made to Early County, Georgia over a period of twelve or so years. More than that, the book is about the friendships that four men developed and the bonds that grew over the years. William and Paul lived in the same dormitory when they were students at Auburn University in the late 1950?s. During that time they began making a yearly trip to quail hunt at William?s family farm just north of Blakely, and after Paul retired from the Marines, they took up the tradition again. In February, 1993 they invited me to join them. You will see from these dates that we were not spring chickens when the hunts occurred. The exception is Toby, the sprightly young grig, who was a friend and neighbor of William. I use ?neighbor? in the rural sense because they were not in hollering distance of each other. I could tell that they had a bond when I met them, and that Toby went to ?choir practice? with William?s older buddies. ?Choir practice? was William?s euphemism for playing poker. I do not think that either had a corrupting influence on the other. They were also fishing and hunting partners, the same as Paul and I. Anyone who loves dogs will understand the special bond that develops between owner and dog, or in my case, it seems, between owner and man. I love my dogs, and, thank God, Ruth does too ? probably more than I do. This story is about them, too. Most of all, the story is about the gentleman himself, Mr. Bob White. I fear that I have not done him justice because he is hard to describe. He is fast, agile, allusive, elusive, evasive, and smart. He is gregarious with his clan and forms a covey that moves like an army and springs into the air simultaneously, each foot seeming to leave the ground at the same millisecond. Covey rises always seem choreographed, and even when you know it is about to happen, it is like a surprise, a startle. The sound of a covey rise is frequently expressed as being like an explosion, or thunder, or eruption, but it is not like that. Actually the sound comes from the wing beats, and the pounding of the feathered appendage against the feathered body. But...you just have to be there. Paul and I live in east central Alabama, the lower Piedmont part of the Appalachian foot hills. Here quail and quail habitat have largely disappeared over the last half century as patch or subsistence farming has drastically declined. Quail do not do well in cow pastures and pine plantations. The opportunity for us to hunt birds in Early County, Georgia was a thrill difficult to over state.
Author: Christopher Hunt Robertson, M.Ed. Publisher: Christopher Hunt Robertson ISBN: Category : History Languages : en Pages : 18
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This biographical sketch introduces a significant Southern portrait photographer of the 19th century. In 1817, Esley Hunt was born in the rural mountainous area that would later become Johnson City, TN. (His childhood home, the Henson Hunt House, is listed on the Carter County Historical Register.) In the late 1840’s, Esley moved his family 220 miles to Chapel Hill, NC, where he would eventually become that town’s first studio photographer. He owned a house in Chapel Hill and 100 acres in Mebanesville (now Mebane). In 1859, Esley purchased a second portrait studio in Raleigh and acquired a 60 acre estate just west of the capitol city. In early advertisements, Esley stated his commitment to create art – notable in an era when many considered photography to be more of a technician’s itinerant occupation than an artist’s profession. By the late 1850’s, he and his artistic partner, painter Joshua P. Andrews of New York, were receiving numerous photography awards at the North Carolina State Fairs. After North Carolina joined the Confederacy in 1861, Raleigh became a gateway for soldiers and Esley continued to operate its primary portrait studio. Civil War portraits by Mr. Hunt and Mr. Andrews remain highly valued by collectors, and are invaluable to historians, genealogists, and descendants. The State Archives of North Carolina have referred to Esley Hunt as "one of the Civil War's most prolific and talented photographers in North Carolina," and some photography historians consider him to have been among the best in the South. (Originally published in 2018, this biographical sketch was the first to describe Esley Hunt's personal life and family.)
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