I'm from East TN, (10th Generation) and up writing Grandfather's eulogy. He lived on this side of the mountain on a dairy farm. Took me quail and grouse hunting all my life. I could sit and listen to these men all day, and maybe they knew each other. This is a dying breed, God Bless the Country Folks of Appalachia we are a dying breed.
I loved their hunting stories. They both seem like they have spent their lives in the woods and I'm sure they have a whole lot more great stories to tell. I have some relatives like them and its sad because when they pass those stories are lost unless someone collects them. I thank you for sharing them. God Bless you all. Please post more content like this.
Where did race go? If I closed my eyes, I would be hearing my uncles, Dad, or brothers talking! It's amazing how similar we all are in these mountains. I love it!
That reminded me so much of when I was a young fellow and my grandfather Jeff Gunter, my uncles and cousins would get together and start sharing stories about past hunts. I would be sitting against a wall with my legs pulled up resting my chin on my knees and listening to those stories. I am 62 almost and I miss those days and all the family members who have passed on. It almost brings tears to my eyes remembering those days
My grand daddy in Alabama took us fishing all the time caught frogs and the cut the legs off put them in a bag and let them lay in the water until we got ready to go we went possum hunting and my big mama would cook raccoon good eating miss my child hood I remember my grand daddy would catch lighting bugs tie a string of thread to one of their legs and we would the thread and let them fly around as they light while flying oh the memories
John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever Believeth in Him should not perish , but have everlasting Life .
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I'm from East TN, (10th Generation) and up writing Grandfather's eulogy. He lived on this side of the mountain on a dairy farm. Took me quail and grouse hunting all my life. I could sit and listen to these men all day, and maybe they knew each other. This is a dying breed, God Bless the Country Folks of Appalachia we are a dying breed.
God Bless!
I am a 65 year old white man from Alabama and I grew up with old black men like these. I miss my youth. Great, hard working Godly men.
Well said and good memories indeed!
I find myself smiling at these stories..
I could listen to these two gentlemen's stories all week. Fantastic stuff!
Thanks for listening
I could listen to those ol boys all day . Reminds me of home 50 years ago .👍
Great stories just wasn't long enough.
I love this!
I loved their hunting stories. They both seem like they have spent their lives in the woods and I'm sure they have a whole lot more great stories to tell. I have some relatives like them and its sad because when they pass those stories are lost unless someone collects them. I thank you for sharing them. God Bless you all. Please post more content like this.
Thanks for watching!
Great Americans, telling great hunting stories!
Where did race go?
If I closed my eyes, I would be hearing my uncles, Dad, or brothers talking!
It's amazing how similar we all are in these mountains. I love it!
Those accents are priceless and, sadly, are rapidly disappearing.
Very peaceful to hear the old timers talk.
Loved his story about his dog today quitting hunting rabbits at five&. Enjoyed thanks
Your very welcome!
I genuinely enjoyed this episode! Hello to Buster and Strawberry from Pisgah Forest, Transylvania County!
Sadly, both have passed since these interviews. RIP.
@@AppalachianMemoryKeepers I am very sorry to hear that ...
Another great lesson in living history.
Thanks John! We appreciate your support!
That reminded me so much of when I was a young fellow and my grandfather Jeff Gunter, my uncles and cousins would get together and start sharing stories about past hunts. I would be sitting against a wall with my legs pulled up resting my chin on my knees and listening to those stories. I am 62 almost and I miss those days and all the family members who have passed on. It almost brings tears to my eyes remembering those days
Being a hunter myself, it’s great to hear other hunters talk about hunting.
Glad you enjoyed it!
Awesome story.. thanks..
Glad you enjoyed it
Priceless
Great people much love to the Junaluska community ❤ Hi Buster & Strawberry ❤ could listen to yall talk all day long
Amazing ❤ added to my visit list! THANKS 😊
You’re very welcome!
The first guys accent is crazy! Lol
Great video and awesome stories.
Glad you enjoyed it
Good story
Thanks for watching
Love it
My grand daddy in Alabama took us fishing all the time caught frogs and the cut the legs off put them in a bag and let them lay in the water until we got ready to go we went possum hunting and my big mama would cook raccoon good eating miss my child hood I remember my grand daddy would catch lighting bugs tie a string of thread to one of their legs and we would the thread and let them fly around as they light while flying oh the memories
Southern Wv born here.
John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever Believeth in Him should not perish , but have everlasting Life .