Now that Spring is practically upon us, I find myself taking several trips down the â€˜ol memory lane. In my much younger years I would visit with my family in Minnesota, with my grandfather particularly. He being the archetype â€˜50â€™s manâ€™s man; we would build everything with his hands. He worked at the local beer manufacture called Hammâ€™s Beer Company. If you are from anywhere east of the Mississippi river you may have heard of it. He also had a small hunting cabin in South Dakota. Visiting this cabin was always my favorite. It was something that he and I would do together, just the boys in the woodsâ€¦with guns.
I vividly remember the location, the smells, the way the light hit the trees and the cabin. It was truly beautiful. We would spend hours walking in the woods and looking for any game in the area. Even though we never really found much in the times that we went, it was always a great time. It seemed to be more about just getting away and being out in the middle of nowhere. It was as if we simply used the excuse to go hunting as the reason to be there. The cabin however was always my favorite part. It was so clichÃ© and seemingly typical of a â€œhunting cabinâ€. It was a log cabinâ€¦literally; my grandfather had built it in the 1930â€™s with his father, and had been used in our family since, even still today. The fire place was stone, and the walls were laden with trophies of he and his fathersâ€™ conquests over the years.
Near each and every door, from inside to outside you would find wildlife rugs of some sort. There was a great variety of them, from entry mats donning Malards, or door mats with Wolves and Deer. It was as if they had collected them over the years to don the cabin with Bears and Turkeys and any other kind of imaginable wildlife scene mats. I always felt that it fit to the cabin and every time that I see an indoor mat with a nature scene it makes me think of that cabin and the Springs that I spent in the wild Dakotas.