Let me tell you a story
about this faithful old rifle
the many deer it has killed
would make your mind stifle.
It fed a family for years
yes! this worn out rifle did
like a heat seeking missile
guided each bullet shed.
From game wardens has hid
in mud, sand, grass and snow
in many old hollow log
where it escaped from the foe.
Thrown from a car window
traveling full speed ahead
there it lost a forearm
still the family it fed.
By light of an oil lamp
from a old block of wood
Dad carved and replaced it
did the best that he could.
A rifle needs not a license
so it provided year round
winter, spring, summer, fall
by no law is it bound.
Traveled miles through forest
of this there's no doubt
Dad said this old rifle
could point his path out.
Rifles pay no heed to signs
there's no place they won't go,
over fence, ridge and valley
much like arrow and bow.
Handed down with love
it shall hang on my wall
in reverence I'll cherish
as best old friend of all.
In Memory of Clarence Sherman Fritcher
1894 - 1981
Houghton Lake, Michigan
Dedicated to all who cherish family treasures with
their fond memories.
About Me
- Gene Fritcher
- Gladwin, Michigan, United States
- Eugene Fritcher was born in Gladwin, Michigan in 1928. He has been the subject of many articles regarding his views on preservation of lakes, rivers, wildlife and forest land. The author lived an extremely active life in his younger years, and through his many jobs, acquaintances and his own experiences, he has gathered a multitude of writing material.
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