BRANSON MO NEWS: A gift from grandpa
My grandfather passed away in early December of 1985 not long after deer season. He passed a love for hunting down through my dad to me.
I treasure the memory of our last hunting trip together, a pheasant hunt in Liberal, Kansas. We were still mourning him when Christmas rolled around.
Surprisingly, there was a gift under the tree with a label that read, “To: Lance. From: PawPaw.” Inside was a “Genuine Buffalo Skinner” knife that he had picked up for me that summer in Branson, Missouri.
My dad said that he had talked to him, wondering if I was old enough for such a knife. Apparently, dad said that I was, because there it was under the tree.
I have treasured that knife since 1985, keeping up with it even through my teenage and college years. It has been my companion on ever single deer hunt I’ve been on since then.
I appreciate the gift my “PawPaw” gave me every time I harvest a deer. Not only the knife, but the love for hunting.
-Lance Meek, Bethany
The gift that keeps giving
Even at 15 years old, Christmas morning was a very anticipated and special event in my life.
My brother would sleep in my room. We would wake up and prepare for the Christmas tree assault. A near military maneuver where we would run at tactical velocity down the advance corridor we called the hallway.
As we flew past the snack bar covered in breakfast goodies, the aroma of bacon attacked our senses attempting to distract our focus, but not on this day.
Not by operational tactic, but pure instinct, we opened smaller boxes first then moved on to the ultimate big box.
This particular Christmas we knew something was a little different because as we both …
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