PelaPapas Report post Posted June 18, 2013 I remember when I was young (7-8 years old) my grandfather would take me out hunting with him and his buddies. Back then we would only hunt in the 36's, mainly 36B. Every time I'm on 1-19 near the Arivaca area It always takes me back to those days & memories of hunting with my Grandfather & his friends. I remember goin out for a ride in the topless baja bug they would take out there every year. I was in the back seat when we spotted a crazy looking creature on a dead tree. At the time I had no idea at what I was looking at! I was scared as heck, that's when they yelled out "RED EYE MONKEYS!" I was terrified! When we got back to camp that night, dinner was being made over the camp fire. I asked what was on the menu and they all answered at the same time "Red Eye Monkey". Needless to say I didn't that night. Later on I found out the Red Eye Monkey meat was just some Carne Asada, I was 7/8 and would not of known the difference Haha. Years after that I hadn't seen another red eye monkey in the wild, I was about 14 when I finally seen another one, come to find out it was a Coati Mundi. Haha seemed like for years it was an on going joke with me. I'll always remember those times with my Grandfather and his friends. My Grandfather still goes hunting with me, he is the camp chef & camp grounds security now, He has bad gout and can't head out with us anymore. As for his friends, One passed away ( RIP Jimbo!) and his son I haven't seen him in years due to moving & work. Thanks for the memories! Sorry for the long read, This memory just came up, and I just hope that hunting and being out in the outdoors with my kids have the same effect on them as they did on me. 3 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Mocha1545 Report post Posted June 18, 2013 The best part of the outdoors is the memories with Family and friends. I wouldn't have eaten the carne asada either! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
IA Born Report post Posted June 18, 2013 I often wonder how I stayed with hunting and fishing with all the "stories" my dad and his friends put me through. I guess somewhere along the way, my dad assured me everything would be ok and that was obviously enough. Thanks for starting my own walk down memory lane and reminding me of the fun things I do with my own kids now! Great post! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
