A Fond Memory

[Twocross]

As we we walk through this hustle and bustle of everyday mayham we call modern life something sparks a memory of a good time at camp. A sight sound or smell brings back a rush of memory of one special time in the past. Let us know one of yours. A week ago on a Saturday Morning I had gotten up at my usual 5:00 and went out to the front step for a smoke. I opened the front door to be greeted by a warm morning and a gentle rain. As I sat on the steps listening to the rain and smelling the freshness this memory came to me:
It was one of the last years the Eagle Creek Rendezvous was held at Murphy's Landing. As usual I awoke at my usual time threw on my skins, capote, and headed up to Two Eagles Kitchen to enjoy morning coffee with Doyle and the other early risers. After an hour or so of coffee and braggin I headed back to my lodge where I knew I would find My wife still sleeping. As I was walking back a few rain drops starting falling. I got back to my lodge, a Don Strinz 14x14 officers tent, stepped inside, and threw a couple oak logs into the Three dog to take the chill out. The rain started comming down a little harder but still a slow gentle rain. I grabbed the book I was presently reading and slipped into bed next to my wife. I could feel the warmth from her and that coming from the stove. As I lay there reading, warm, and comfortable, the sound of rain drops on the canvas roof, and the slight smell of wood smoke in the air, and the sound of talking and laughter coming from nearby camps I knew there was no better hobby than this, and no better way to spend ones free time. I remember the sound of my book hitting the floor beside the bed as I closed my eyes for one of the best "naps" I have had in a long time. Peaceful warm and content.
Twocross

 

[hobbles]

They say the worst thing that can happen to a man is when he die's inside while he still live's,, Memories, like you are talkin bout, is what keeps up alive, sounds, thoughts and feelin's,, yep, I understand

 

[Gordon Horn]

Woodsmoke. Everytime I smell woodsmoke it reminds me of two things. First, my childhood. There was a woodstove at home, one at the country school I attended and one in almost every home of the friends I would stay the night with so we could hunt together the next day.
Second, Deercamp. In the late 80's and all thru the 90's two good friends and I would deercamp together for at least a week. It usually turned out to be more campin' than huntin' but that suited us, so all was well. We had great times and built up our mountainman outfits all the while. Guess as we got older we got 'busier' and don't deercamp no more. So it goes. But thats why woodsmoke always takes me back to goodtimes shen I get a whiff of it.

Hopefully there will be more of it in the future, when I get a lodge bought for Vousin'. :yakyak: :front:

 

As I sat here trying to think of one of the many memories I, and we all have, I was drawing a blank. I looked up and out my home office window there is a dogwood about 18 feet high in full bloom.

I lost my Mother two years ago come August at the age of 67. Just the other day as the wife and I were driving down the road I commented on how brilliant the dogwoods were this year and the dogwood was Moms favorite tree.

As with all of us I have more memories than I can recall. Seeing that dogwood just now prompted a memory. Sensual recall I suppose.

Vic

 

[reddogge]

To me it's the smell of the first new cut grass in the spring.

 

[roundball]

Some of my favorite outdoor smells:

1) Empty, freshly fired shotgun shells
2) Wood smoke from a campfire (or fireplace)
3) Bacon & eggs cooking outdoors over an open campfire
4) The earth and air during a warm spring rain at winters end
5) Honeysuckle
6) Pine & Cedar trees
7) Freshly mowed hayfield
8) Earth and leaves in the fall woods when most leaves are on the ground
9) Black powder smoke when hunting

 

[Flint50]

I'm with you RB, recently lost my Dad, never will I forget me and him smelling a freshly fired shotshell-kind of a treat for us.
Now I remember early morning woods on a camping trip with my family, and bacon on the fire-the smell cant be beat.
Heck even the smell of "Off" mosquito spray brings back memories.
Guess the power of smell and the memories it triggers cant be beat sometimes