Ramming Through

The Ram seems poised to push his way to freedom through the brush and vines that have him trapped as time and the elements erases his very existence.

I photographed this Ram while taking a stroll this evening on a neighboring property. It has been many years since I seen this car but it does hold special memories from my youth. Paul, who is my Dad’s first cousin, took an interest in my brother and me when we were still quite young. We shared some similar interest and Paul was eager to share. We traveled with him in this car to many local jam sessions where everyone would bring their musical instrument and play and sing until the women folk would bring out the refreshment. Homemade ice cream, watermelon, and many other assorted goodies would be served. Afterwards some more music and lots of visiting would complete the day. The music consisted mostly of old Country tunes seldom heard today like The Wabash Cannonball, The Old Age Pension Check, and The Great Speckled Bird.... Songs that truly spoke of country living.

Paul also introduced us to his style of buck hunting. Paul was a very proficient “still hunter” and took us a few times to the mountain and taught us the basics of his technique. It was from him that I learned how to “hunt” deer and not just go and sit hoping that a buck would pass. Paul’s old Dodge carried us on all of those early outings. I remember the floorboards rusting out and when he would cross the creek the water would come in. We quickly learned that when crossing the creek that it was a good idea to lift our feet!

While photographing the Ram the memories came flooding back