Yes, women fish, hunt, go on adventuresome camping trips, and travel the country. When my brother and I were young, my dad, and mom—she fished too—went to rivers and sat under shady trees. We had a small ice chest with enough room to hold only a few sodas for us kids, mom, and a few beers for dad.
What was so exciting was the very first time I caught a fish. I must have been about 7 years old. It was a monster!—a bluegill! Dad said to throw it back because it was too small. I so wanted to keep it.
As the years went by, I continued to fish and included hunting deer and elk in my adventures in the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Fishing advanced to my favorite fish, the pike, in larger waters and reservoirs. I loved trout and would find the icy streams to catch many species.
My women and men friends, and I would camp out in the backcountry for weekends making fires, cooking fish, and we all enjoyed cold beverages and food such as potato salad and green salads from our much larger coolers. We would set up our pup tents and rest for the night in mummy sleeping bags watching the clear bright sparkling stars with no city lights interfering before we turned in.
In the morning if it was not too windy, we would make a fire by the stream, catch trout, and have them for breakfast. If it was windy, we would set up a couple of Coleman® propane stoves and portable grills so not to catch the forest on fire. There’s something about eating crispy fried potatoes and fish outdoors that has a taste not to be found any place else.
Cleaning up was no problem. We would simply wash off our frying pans, plates, and utensils in the stream with a small amount of dish detergent, dry them with a cloth towel, and they would be sparkling clean for the next meal.
During the winter at hunting season, we would get our deer license. After one of us shot a deer and that could take a weekend, we would take the animal home and dress it out. Since we all lived in the mountains about 50 miles west of metro Denver, we had the space and equipment for letting the animal hang from a tree all night and drain its blood. Again, we would camp with a small fire to make sure no animals, domestic or wild, attacked our prized kill. We did not kill for the head, antlers/racks, or hide—we killed for the meat. This also helped keep the wild life maintained at the state’s level.
We would remove the deer hide the old way—with very sharp flint rocks, and then have the hide tanned, the head mounted, and take the meat to the processor to cut into steaks, roasts, and burger.
I miss those trips because I moved away to the flat lands in the Midwest.
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