My dad was a hunter and hunting season was a big deal. The same group of men went hunting every year.
The team was:
Hank Werner
Dick Jacquemard
John Peer
Bob Ozello
Barney Keogh
Bob Kocheva
Dave Maestas
The hunting trip took months of planning. Hank's nick-name was "Mable" because they said he was a woman, concerned about all the details of the trip. The trucks were packed, the footlockers full of food, adult beverages, playing cards, guns and ammo, and any conceivable needed items packed. It was a yearly event that took more planning than the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade.
Today Hank told a story I had never heard.
The men created a latrine for hunting camp. They found took a long log and placed it on the side of a ravine. Then they dug a trench for "waste products" to go. You would sit on the log, do your business then toss some dirt on your items as they would go down the trench. After an evening meal, later into the night several of guys started getting upset stomachs. With an unlucky strike of timing four men needed to head to the "log" at the same time, battling severe diarrhea. All four of the men decided that relieving themselves was much more important than privacy. So they hurriedly gathered on the log. The men were beginning to feel a little better after several minutes on the log, when, someone moved causing the log to roll. All four men lost their balance, tumbling over backward down the ravine finding themselves covered in.......um......well.... you get the picture.
Dad said the other men (he was included in this group) inside the tent refused to let the other guys back into the tent until they cleaned up and changed clothes. So there were the four men, undressing, and taking cold water baths to clean up in the dark. There was no way "Mable" was going to let that "crap" in the tent.
He said they finally let the guys back into the tent, and they had a good laugh about it. (Well, Some of them had a good laugh about it!)
Just another moment of the life and times of Hank!
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