This is the story of Mountain Man Bud,
He held his head high,
And didn't saunter in the mud.
If he left early to hunt
He didn't bother carrying a lamp
Because Mountain Man Budley
Stayed close to camp.
When he trudged through the snow,
He traveled with care
Because silly old Budley was always slipping
From here to theeeeeeeere.
More than once he stumbled upon a rut,
And that's when poor Budley
Would land on his butt.
But don't let it be said
That Budley's not a winner.
No one in camp
Could beat him to dinner!
So here's to Budley
Of * "Float and Point" fame.
We'll always remember...
Oh, What's his name?
*Note: The terms 'float' and 'point' fame offer us two different hunting stories in which Budley, my grandfather's long time hunting buddy, made his claim to hunting story fame.
'Budley Float': n. A float made of Beer and Ice Cream...
long story. Let's just say, Budley's a devout southern church going man, so this was not something we saw everyday. Bud and Icecream... who knew?
'Budley Point': n. The point during the hike up the mountain that Bud stops. He carries a little wooden sign, personally handcrafted, to nail to his designated 'points'. There are believed to be up to fifty or so signs out there amongst the mountains and vast woods. These are the extensively shortened versions of these two masterful hunting stories. End note.