[Eric Hahl]

We all have them. Stories your pop told you about his younger life. I've heard many of them, sometimes more than once but listen intently ever single time and love every minute of them. I bet ya'll have some great ones to tell as well. I'm however, not a great writer so bare with me here.

My Dad was born in 29 and at around 20 years old joined the Air force with his younger brother. They were stationed in Alaska and both have always been avid hunters. They would get on what he calls a puddle jumper and fly out, drop off fuel, fly back, get more fuel and do the same thing again. They could really get out there that way.

Anyway, they were on one of these hunting excursions when they happened upon an old prospectors cabin way out in nowhere land. They decided it was a good place to spend the night and settled in. Soon after they notice squirrels running around on the rafters, etc. Well, Dad being the hunter type pulled out his side arm (probably a 1911 I assume) and took some shots at them. My Uncle joined in on the fun.

He now starts laughing about it as he continues the story. "The next morning we decided to see what was up in the attic...boxes of blasting caps and dynamite" he chuckled. "Guess we're lucky to be here huh?!"