A couple of weeks ago I went to a place of memories for me. It is Reefer’s Cove, a tributary for Keystone Lake. The water was low due to the lack of rain and heat of this past summer. I arrived early with a fog and sub-freezing temperatures. I saw frost in various low areas.
The area has a special memory for me for I harvested my very first buck up a steep side hollow when I was a young fellow. The hillside was very steep, and I shot the deer along the bottom. MY dad and I struggled to climb the hill to the car.
Another memory I have is in very late May of 1999, I took my father here to fish. Several weeks later he would be gone. Life is like that, I guess.
As you can see, I managed a lot of deer photos. I think I saw fifteen deer this particular morning. I saw the top of a bear head behind the bank’s contoured slope.
I come onto a number of tombstone bases with a few broken head stones. I would like to know the history of this find.
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