It is the hour before midnight, on the harsh, gray flat asphalt road along the banks of one of the Great Lakes . A truck races by like a shadow, the moon glowing behind a small house. The car swiftly goes on by, the dim light from the fogy night: --moon penetrating through the fog onto the tuck and house, where a man is standing by the road; -- music is heard coming from the car, Rock & Roll, as this stranger standing by the road, a man in a red plaid shirt, he stands erect, as if he was Paul Bunion; standing in-between the road and the house as a truck races by. He seemed to bring back his memories in full color HD detail in my mind. A lot of those stories are fleeting at best, I am sure he added in his own little exaggerated touches but back then it didn't matter. That is what Deer Camp stories did for me in D&DH magazine in the off season too. My Dad used to call my grandfather a bullshitter and never fully understood that till after growing up and experiencing life for myself. I think this life needs bullshitters to carry on that tradition of deer hunting we have all come to love.

Along the roadside you can see the shades of dark-green and black shadows along the grass, and the crossing of shadows along the forwarding black asphalt road, as the Ford-truck glides along. site Considering cost of living in her area in the seventies, her income was suitable. A new home could be purchased for $25,000. A postage stamp rose from $0.06 in 1970 to $0.15 in 1979. I asked my mother if she could recall some prices of the decade. She remembered bread being $0.29, gas $0.74 a gallon, candy bars $0.05, soft drinks $0.10-0.15 a bottle in the early seventies and in the late seventies prices started to rise. She remembered cigarettes costing $1.00 a pack, cracker $0.29, milk $1.00 and most canned goods $0.10. As my eyeballs came back into focus, I watched him unfold the same pocket knife and as he bent to retrieve another chile from the plant, I prayed it wasn't for me. Realizing it wasn't I thanked the great capsicum god in the Hatch volcano and considered crying. I had just started on another beer when someone dropped a few coins in the juke box. The music was bad country. To my utter disgust the first song that played was that "I want to stick a boot up your butt" super-patriotic, ultra-jingoist thing by the guy in the buy truck tires commercials. The people around me began to sing along loudly. My experiences at the Shadow Bar occurred more than forty years ago, but I still wonder if I should have reported the incident when I returned to Engineers Hill. Ford is a trusted name across the globe. F-series from Ford have been really popular. These are pick-up trucks and are used for both driving on rough lands or soft city roads. Out of the many, F 150 has been extremely accepted. It has been around for years now and is still ruling the markets. These F 150s can be protected and styled with the help of a variety of accessories such as brush guards, headlights, fog lights, spoilers, etc. These accessories not only improve the look of the car but are also functional. The situation might sound like a win-win but some people say "Cash for Clunkers" is a speed bump, slowing customers who might want a used car. Used car dealers at Naff Auto Sales told WSLS the program could force people into buying a new car. Another possible problem, Clunkers traded in with the program have to be destroyed, meaning they won't end up for sale on a used car lot. Better for the environment, bad for used car business. But many say it's a trade we need to make. Many don't want to put the brakes on the program. In an interview with WSLS, the president of Berglund Automotive said close to 40 people have taken advantage of the government program so far. They say "Cash for Clunkers" is giving customers the kick they need to get a new car.