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Columnist Paul Ulrich
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My family has always been an outdoor family.As long as I remember our most valuable period, they have been camping, hunting and fishing.Early memories of our fishing journey were still vivid in labeling in large -scale game hunting and our annual sage hunting.
I can still feel the smell of autumn bed and Dutch oven dinner.Coffee, Grandorra Omest Bar, we went to explore.We searched the Shawshen National Forest, the grassland of the grassland in the lakes and rivers of Wyoming, and wrapped from ham forks and rivers to wood and Graibur River and the river in the sun.
For us, a constant is passed down from generation to generation.My grandparents have been there, always contributing and teaching.I am not always the best student.But the love and patience of the grandparents often overcome.
I remember a "fine" moment with my grandfather hunted outside Meeteetse.There are some old oil wells around us.The Jack pump is interesting and very interesting for children.
Should I ride on it and imitate the lane cream?Should I grasp the cable and ride a bike?Or I should be alone instead of idiot.I chose the second option, and then locked on the cable like Tom Cruise Insport, and then went to the doll.?
Zero considers the danger, let alone cover my oil now.I remember that butt lasted for a few days.
Therefore, I will continue my life in the outdoor activities that are trying not to be an idiot.However, the focus of this story is gratitude.Thanks to my grandfather looking at me.I used to also thank my parents and grandparents very much for their outdoor activities and like to share with us.The generation of outdoor knowledge is Wyoming.Including the harm of oil wells.


My grandfather’s parents arrived at Wyoming in the late 1800s and had reached the Homestead and Ranch on the large horn basin on the truck and train.This story is that because the truck has no space, my grandfather walked from his family from the home of Kansas.My grandmother’s parents arrived after the intercourse of the century and worked at the oilfield outside Casper.After moving to Kody, my grandparents met, and the rest were history.
For my great -grandparents and grandparents, as well as the entire childhood, financial limited entertainment (and food).Hunting and fishing provide family time and put food on the table.This is still the case for many families in Waioming.
The lifestyle of Wyoming has also been breeding. Sometimes it is difficult to consider toughness and life.Therefore, the reason for this column.
Our family has always conducted multi -generation camping and hunting trip.I didn’t realize how important this behavior was until I started to travel short -distance travel this year.When you have a grandparents who have always been part of your life and are healthy, you often take it for granted.
I plan to take a few days under the shadow of the Fenghe Mountains of the New Tanzhu.We like to fish. As much as possible, my fishing partner is my grandmother’s brother.Uncle Harry and I have been fishing a lot in the past few years, which is very special.
He started flying fishing in Cody in the 1930s and tied his flies and never stopped.I call Harry the best flies in the West, and no one has heard of it.
Think about whether the Terminator wants to fly.Some people, parts machine and a single concern to fishing.Over the years, he has taught me a lot about fishing.
Earlier this summer, a major health problem led him to get rid of the predicament and put our trip in the late summer.I am also worried that he might not be able to fish anymore.For those who grew up in Wyoming Mountains, Harry rebounded in more than a month, and this trip began.He was ready to fish.
I contacted my family, and we put the trip into practice.My first call was for my grandmother.Has she got up for a few days camping and fishing?Her answer is yes, what can she bring.She will drive.


Now, my grandmother is 98 years old.Her brother Harry is only 92 years old.Where do you see me going?Are you bringing a 98 -year -old and 92 -year -old camping?Yes, the four generations gathered together to participate in the bonfire, walking and a lot of fishing.The highlight is that my 98 -year -old grandmother fished out in real time, and my uncle Harry was fishing among us.
Neither of them was free to load.My grandmother helped to pack the firewood.Harry destroyed me on the lake to help me manage fishing.
I got a lot of inquiries about my grandmother and Harry.She lives alone, golf, traveling around the world, never missing the opportunity to fish.Harry fishing throughout the west has almost no signs of slowing down.Is it a gene?Is the air and water in Wyoming?Perhaps eating elk, print, and sage.
I do n’t know, but watching my mother continues to ride, kayak, hunting, fishing, it is active for about 18 hours a day. I hope this is a gene.My lifestyle will definitely change this narrative, but this is good news for my sister.I hope my sisters can fish in the 1990s as the same energy and strong man.
This is a trip to remember, a less strange reminder, our time is everything with our family.
I am sure that our family is not unique.Share your story, tell our beautiful Wyouming family, our difficult nail parents, grandparents and great -grandparents, and they teach us the amazing lessons about outdoor activities.?
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