Friday, June 5, 2020

DEER HUNTING AND FOREST FIRE - VARGA STORY NUMBER 3

My late mother's half-brother, Bob, continues to relate some of the stories about the times my sister and I lived with them in Mt. Shasta, California. This was the last time we were there. I was 12-years old (almost 13), Jean and Evelyn were 10, and Bob must have been about 8 or 9. He has wonderful memories of growing up in California, but now lives in Texas. I love his stories and told him I think he is a great storyteller. I'll bet his grandchildren feel the same way.
When my sister Jean and I lived there for a few months in 1952, I have memories of going up on a mountain (maybe Mt Etna?) deer hunting. The only time in my life I had such an experience, and it is vivid in my memory...especially when they shot the first deer from the truck as we were driving up. We all jumped out of the truck to watch when they went to get the fallen deer. As I approached, they (your dad or James Vernon) had slit the stomach open. The ghastly memory of seeing the stomach and all contents in the abdomen -- and all of it moving, including the heart I can still picture. I thought the deer was still alive, and of course, I cried. (And immediately got sent back to the truck!)

Most of that trip was fun, although I got all of us in a lot of trouble for wandering off "exploring". (I was the oldest and  "leader" of our little pack, and I loved to boss the younger ones around.) I remember the adults put pine branches on the dirt floors of our tents, which we slept on in our sleeping bags. I think that was the first time I ever wore insulated underwear as well!!

Uncle Bobby answered me with the following story. His memory is much better than mine. 
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"The mountain was Mt. Eddy and we went up Dale Creek, a tributary of the Shasta River. We camped at 'Dale Meadows', which is a beautiful green meadow with Dale Creek running through the middle of it. It’s about one mile long and a quarter mile wide. Fir and pine trees surround the meadow and grow half way up the slopes on both sides. The elevation is about 8000 ft. and it gets cold at night. You needed long underwear!" 

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"In 1961 James and I spent four days on a small lightning fire near the same spot that your Granddaddy had set up deer camp back in 1952, when you and Jean were with us. The U.S. Forest Service drove us up there in a little military jeep and dumped us out with our two days of K-rations, sleeping bags and all of our fire fighting gear. Forest Ranger Chitwood told us to get the fire out and he would be back in a day or two. He said there were lightning fires all over and he had to get back to Headquarters. He had planned on staying and helping, but the fire was too big and he couldn’t stay the time it would take to put it out! He figured it would take about four days for James and I to get the fire out completely. He left us with the rations that he had brought and he took off down the mountain in his little jeep.


"James and I had a fire line around the fire before dark and we took turns the rest of the night keeping a watch on the trees that were burning inside the fire line. The next morning we used chain saws to cut down all the trees that were still burning. We put them out after they were on the ground, cleaned up our tools and then went fishing. We had roasted trout for lunch! We saved the K-rations for a special occasion!

"After lunch, James and I talked a lot about you and Jean and our family deer hunting trip back in 1952. We had a good laugh about us four kids getting a whipping for wandering so far from camp that we couldn’t hear Mom hollering for us. My whipping didn’t hurt that much. Did yours? I guess Mom got pretty scared when she couldn’t find us."

It must not have hurt me very much, as I don't even remember the "whipping". I do remember how scared and angry your mom was. My dad probably would have killed me! I was probably thankful we only got her whippings.

"We also laughed about the deer killing that took place. We were on our way home, not going up to camp. As I remember it, we were about a mile from where we had camped when we all saw that big five-point buck about the same time. Mom told us kids to be quiet and to stay in the truck! James was the first one to jump out
James Vernon Varga
Ca. 1952
with his gun, while the truck was still moving! Your Granddaddy got the truck stopped, grabbed his gun, jumped out and saw that James was about to shoot the buck before your Granddaddy could even take aim. Your Granddaddy started hollering, 'Don't shoot James!', Don't shoot James!, Don't shoot!', then BOOM! Your Granddaddy shot and broke the deer’s back. James had to shoot the buck in the head. Your Granddaddy and James started dressing the deer out, while quarreling over what your Granddaddy had just done. James said to Granddaddy,  'I had a good bead on his neck, but I didn’t shoot because of all the hollering that you were doing. I thought there must be a good reason for me not to shoot. Like, if I did I would kill somebody!' Your Granddaddy said, 'I figured you would miss and I couldn’t get a bead on his neck, that tree was in the way, so I decided to break his back. I knew you could finish him off!' About that time they were rolling the guts out and you showed up and started screaming. Your Granddaddy was upset and a little ashamed of himself and he was a little harsh telling you to get back to the truck. You probably had never seen so much killing with blood and guts before. You know your Granddaddy, and know he felt bad about the way he spoke to you, even if he never told you. 

"We all had a good time most of the time on that deer hunt and camping trip!"

Uncle Bobby, the description of what you told me happened is so gruesome I almost get sick reading it. I know that's why I have never wanted to hunt or go with anyone to do so. The trauma of that scene stays with me to this day. Because of it, I don't even remember Granddaddy scolding me.


"Back to the Forest Fire! James and I spent the rest of the day just fishing and playing. We did cut a bunch of fir boughs for our beds that night. Sure better than sleeping on the cold hard ground. About sundown a Forest Service plane flew over us and dropped out a big box by parachute. James and I got really excited and ran out into the meadow where it had landed. We dragged it and the parachute over by our campfire and opened the box up. We could hardly believe what was in it. A bunch of insulated containers with four steaks about a pound apiece, mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, dinner rolls and enough sweet rolls and donuts to kill the two of us. All of it was still hot! There was also ice cold butter, milk, and jelly. We ate good those four days we were there at Dale Meadows. We also used the parachute as a tent at night and for shade during the heat of the day while we were resting. They did finally come and picked us up."


I'm glad you remember some of the same things I do... only better! Scary that you and James were all alone fighting that fire. Bet they don't do things like that anymore. Must not have been the horrific drought back then as we've had in recent years. Glad you two made it okay!


"Just so you know, about 95% of forest fires are started by lightning and are not dangerous. The only danger involved in that 95% is to the people fighting the fires and them making stupid mistakes. The other 5% become dangerous because they are started by people at lower elevations or the environmentalists have had a hand in, or 'Let it burn. It's natural', governmental policies. James and I weren't ever in any danger. We worked hard for a few hours, then played the next few days until we were picked up. James was a great brother. He always found ways to make whatever the situation was fun and memorable."

You know what what, Uncle Bobby? I'll bet you always made every situation fun and memorable, too!

Here's to good memories,
Marilyn

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