I’ve sat in many a meeting over the past few years and heard the old, familiar lament. “There’s just no young people coming back to the farm/ranch/small town. Through my involvement with Colorado Farm Bureau, we’ve been working hard to put to gether a social outlet for young people interested in agriculture in our area. We set a date for our Supper Club shindig-Oct. 29 in Hugo at 6 p.m. at the fairgrounds. We’ll have food, babysitters and beer. It’s sure to be a good time.
I felt rather smug when I headed to the post office with 80 invitations this week. 80! Eighty young people, most from Lincoln County and all involved in agriculture! That’s huge.
I’m looking forward to having good news for the folks at future meetings who complain about the disapperaing young people. We’re here! You just can’t see us from the road.
Antelope hunting is a big deal in this area. Hunting is one of the main ways the Department of Parks and Wildlife (DPW) is given to control the population of wildlife across the state. This year was our son’s first year to go. He was in charge of the binoculars and the bullets. He promptly spilled bullets all over the pickup floor. After Jason filled his tag, Caden called me and said “they” got their antelope meaning that Jason did all the work and Caden ran the binocs. He helped and that’s a pretty cool step in the direction toward being a grown-up in his mind. And he eventually rounded up all the bullets.
Even though I grew up around hunting, it never seemed savage or cruel. It may have if we didn’t always use the meat and respect the widlife itself. Caden is growing up learning how we provide habitat for the wildlife as we farm and he happily munches on lemon pheasant and ant burgers, as we call them.
Hunting also provides us a chance to gather with friends to enjoy a gorgeous day outside in one of the prettiest places in the state. We recently had two couples down to hunt antelope. We hunted in the morning, ate a gumbo and grits lunch, and then returned to the field. I didn’t hunt this time but my lovely friend, Emily, and I took our cameras along and happily rode around and took photos.
The day wasn’t terribly successful but I can tell you this. Neither Emily nor I missed a shot all day long.
Fall in the dry country is just as pretty as anywhere else I’ve seen. It’s all about perspective.