The Elk Hunt
Colaborador: DdraigGoch Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
This is a story about Ray written by Aleen.
1981 Both Ray and son, Lloyd were lucky to draw out special permits for the Elk hunt. It was interrupted to celebrate Ray and Aleen’s 53rd wedding anniversary. Now there were only two more days to hunt after applying year after year for at least 45 years for this permit and time was running out in more ways than one. Ray being far into his 77th year who knows how long he can hold out the gnawing pain of bursitis in the shoulder of his one and only arm? Forty-five years is a long wait for an Elk permit and when again would they draw out? Many time his trusty gun had brought meat home to feed his nine children, but Elk now at a time when the nine were returning home with their children to celebrate such as they were doing this 53rd anniversary, would even be better than beef (which up to now at exorbitant prices and definitely a luxury.)
In the course of the anniversary get together, sons, Richard and Lloyd made a tentative arrangement with Ray for all three of them to try once again which would be on the following morning if they could get off work they would call him before midnight if so.
Ray, being up at 5 a.m. assumes by now he should have heard from the sons and was about to call them to check but no. Why wake them 3 hours early for their work? After conferring with his wife, Aleen, they decide he could just as well go as stay home and fret.
At 6 a.m. Richard calls. It was too late last night to call. When told his father was already off to the hunt he said: “Just what does dad think he can do alone?” A question that seemed foolish to one that has spent 53 years with this man that has set great store by the admonition of his wise father that said quite, “Son you can do anything you set your mind to.”
Now, it being October, daylight doesn’t come early but, that was no problem to worry him. He is well acquainted with dark and dawn having been a farmer and trucker, both of which requires many hours labor before and after.
Ray has already decided not to go off the beaten path so he parked is pickup that usually hauled this trusty horse to the hunting grounds. Now he took the binoculars his sons had presented him at the party and used them to scan the horizon.
Then at the break of day he spied three cow Elk heading for the river and as he watched he heard the same noise that now was disturbing these three wary animals which made two of them move quickly to one side then the other. Knowing of their apprehension, Ray quietly laid down his binoculars, quietly opened the door and moved to the back where the slats of the horse rack could support his gun as well as hide him from view, now the three were moving and they were already getting too far away and soon would disappear into the brush. Just one more pause to listen left one Elk in position for Ray to aim for its neck and by the time hunters camping downstream heard the shot and walked up to the scene, Ray was already using his truck, ropes, and trusty hunting knife to clean and prepare the Elk. The hunters being aware that one man with one arm was going to have difficulty loading the animal to take home, and being good sportsmen, they gave him the necessary help to do so. Now morning was in full bloom and if he hurried Ray could reach home by 9:45 a.m. and maybe before the snowflakes that were now falling gently could become a blizzard.
Reaching home presented another problem; all sons and neighbors were absent, but the prone carcass in the pickup needed to be elevated once again. The trees in the orchard had always been used for this and must be done NOW. So taking inventory of things at hand, via, a tractor, a rope and a gamble, he tossed the rope over a high limb, positioned the gamble, attached one end of the rope to it and the other to the tractor then mounted it and pulled the Elk well clear of the ground and suspended it in clear view for all to see, which our neighbor Gregg surly saw as he came from work at 4 p.m. and came right over to hear the story and immediately wanted to do the only thing left to be done which was removing the hide. But, I told him surly the sons could do it if they would be home before dark. So, he went back to his home only to return one-half hour later determined to get at it saying he would like to see the look on the faces of the returning sons who surely never again will doubt the persistence and ability of their Dad who never doubted his father long ago.
Life Sketch of Ray T. Facer
Colaborador: DdraigGoch Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
Life Sketch of Ray T. Facer
Written by: Sheri Facer Godfrey
For Ray’s Funeral
Daddy was known to everyone as the man with one arm who could do the work of two men. Of course that one arm was extremely strong but at the same time it could be very gentle. Mom always said that she could never he hugged any better by a man with two arms.
Everywhere we went people knew Ray Facer. My kids-especially Shawn-loves to tell people that Ray Facer is his Grandpa. Then they would share some experience or story they knew about him.
Being a trucker, Daddy was on the road a lot so, when he came home it was always a joyous occasion. He would call from town to see if Mom needed anything so we always knew when he would be coming. Then, we would greet him in the lane to see what candy he had left in his bag. I especially remember the black switzers licorice and lemon drops. Daddy always had a sweet-tooth, and he loved his ice cream. I don’t think we were ever out of ice cream. In fact, Sundays when I was young were family dinner day and we always made at least one freezer of ice cream. I always got to sit on the freezer to keep the lid on.
The older kids have memories that I didn’t experience and one of them was going to Bear Lake or camping in Daddy’s cattle truck. It was like their motor home. They would clean it until it was spotless and put mattresses on the floor of the truck bed and away they would go. My sisters remember better than I do that Daddy used to sing a special lullaby – “Little Gray Kitty,” to us. This is a treasured memory.
Daddy believed in discipline and if you did something wrong you better watch out for that ‘swift kick’ and you knew you deserved it.
One of my favorite things to remember about Daddy was his love and respect for Mom. He never left or came home without a kiss. He always opened doors and pulled out her chair. He was always a gentleman. When my kids get after Khalil and I for “smooching” I tell them that my parents did it and there’s nothing wrong with it.
Daddy was not always perfect. It was disobedience to his parents that cost him his arm. He loved horses and wanted to ride with a friend but his mother said the horse was not used to two riders. But, they tried it anyway and they got bucked off. His elbow got broken in the fall and because he disobeyed he didn’t tell his parents right away. This was in the days of no penicillin or x-rays. Well, the bone got infected and in order to save him they had to cut off the arm at the shoulder. Daddy never failed to share that story, when asked, with his children and grandchildren so they could learn a lesson through him to “Obey your parents!”
He had a little mischief in him too. He told me about a time when he and a friend dismantled a wagon and then hauled it piece by piece onto the stage of the school and put it back together. He said he didn’t remember getting caught for this but he thought the principal knew who had done it.
The first time that someone said, “your dad only has one arm.” I was shocked-I had not really noticed it. And, the first time someone suggested he was handicapped I told them, “He is not!” Dad never considered himself handicapped. And once they got to know him or watch him work no one else did either.
It always fascinated the grandchildren to watch him tie his shoes. The only thing he couldn’t do was button up his shirt sleeve-at least that I know of.
Richard remembers many a time that Dad would watch for him to come home and as soon as he could he would yell out the back window for him to come and go with him to mow hay or do something else together. They raised a beautiful garden together that they were both proud of.
Dad has received many honors and awards. He has a 40 year and a 50 year Lions
Charter member plaque. Two for years served as Lions President. Two awards for “Lion of the Year.” One award for outstanding service to the Blue Sox. He and Mom together received a Special Citizen Recognition for Smithfield City and Dad was the “Outstanding Citizen” in 1994. I think he felt these were secondary however, to the rewards of having a good family. I always tell my children that they have been given a good name to live up to.
Daddy loved being a part of the Lions Club. He never missed a meeting and went to conventions religiously. I even had to get married on a Wednesday because it was Lions Convention on the weekend. Helping in the stand at ball games and with Pancake Suppers as well as other service projects were good times for him. He gave his club 100%.
Dad and Mom also enjoyed their association with the Good Sam’s. They loved to take off in their trailer and he was always so fussy about taking care of his trailer, truck and all of his equipment as a matter of fact.
Daddy loved to go hunting with his boys. They have so many good memories of their hunting trips. I was always jealous that only the boys got to go. He loved hunting so much that at I think age 87 he drew out for a moose and got it! And, someone that I talked to last night said that the elk will be safe this year.
One of his famous sayings was “I’ll decide.” I think he decided when he wanted to go. What he went through in September could have taken him but, I think he wanted to celebrate that 70th wedding anniversary and then his 95th birthday. Then when he fell he knew that Mae and Coy were gone to Branson, MO and he waited until they got home, and then when Mom was napping in the chair beside him he slipped away – “I’ll Decide!”
Sweetheart, Dad, and Grandpa you will be missed greatly. You were a shining light and a great example to your family and the Lord.