Run deer run, deer season is in full swing in our county. We went to the large ranch this morning to look for John's wild hog trap. We didn't find it but there are deer blinds and feeders all over the place since John gave it up. I had the chance to shoot a deer once with a large rack of horns but I couldn't pull the trigger. I loved to go deer hunting with Mel but not to kill, but to enjoy the quiet and watch the deer come out of the brush. We did eat the meat, he would never have shot and let it lay. If he thought he shot a deer and it ran off he would track it to make sure. We went hunting on his grandmother's farm west of San Antonio. I wish she could see that her farm is now in San Antonio. On second thought it's better that she doesn't know I think it would make her very sad. She would have never thought of charging her relatives to hunt but to pay her back we would all get together and haul up enough wood to last all winter. She still used a wood heater and cook stove. She still had a windmill and everyone would chip in to repair. She could cook so good on that old stove. Everyone brought food and she did most of the cooking. She had a large round table that was large enough for everyone to sit aound to eat and swap stories of the one that got away. Her old farm house had been very nice in its younger days. It had a built in buffet in the dining room and wide varnished base boards with tall windows. It had a large bathroom which was unusual for back when it was built in that area. I was told that it was grandma's bathroom and the men had to go outside. It had the old claw foot tub. After her husband died she lived out there alone but there came a time when her children didn't feel it safe for her to live out there alone so they insisted she move into town. She was never happy in town. You can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl and that was the way it was with grandma. She was a quiet softspoken woman. We all have so many fond memories of grandma and her farm.