Go With God

MANFORD JAMES YOUNG

Born: 31st, December, 1919

Died: 21st, February, 1997

Happy Hunting, My Friend

The last deer he skinned, and the first one I shot. It is with a heavy heart that I dedicate this page to the memory of Manford. He was a hardworking man who farmed, hunted, trapped and trucked as well as work in the woods cutting softwood for mills and hardwood for heat. I met Manford in 1988 through his son-in-law the Woodsmaster(Emery) and was invited to hunt his farm of which Emery related that I should be honored as Manford did not invite anyone to hunt his farm except family.

When I first met Manford he was in the early stages of Parkinson's disease and it was hurtful to know that such a man could not do the things that kept him going all his life. Yet when I finally got my big buck he was more elated than I. He was a friend to many and always helped others when called upon, this is the legacy he has left behind now fulfilled by his brother, who we refer to as Uncle B... .

A scene he loved As one travels ones trail of life one meets an individual and or individuals who have a profound affect on ones travels and life. I have been very fortunate to have known Manford and his brother Uncle B... for they have given me to date, nine(9) of the most unforgetable hunting seasons in my lifetime and have enriched me as a person. I thank them both, and Manford wherever you may be, I know, when I am hunting, you are always with me.

It is the 24th of April, 1998 and it is raining steadily as I gaze from the coop window and my thoughts turn to Manford. He was a big man and had a strong heart and in the years that I knew him he didn't smile all that much(maybe it was the Parkinson's) life on a farm can be difficult at the best of times. But there were days when his eyes would light up and a smile would form around his mouth and alight his face. Well the sparkle left his eyes a little over a year ago, he is gone but not forgotten for the woods I and and his family hunt are his woods, he is behind every tree and his invisible footprints are trod upon every road and trail by us the hunters who follow in his footsteps and take up the chase......

"RAY AKA HAWKEYE'S 2002 FARM BUCK, JEMSEG, NEW BRUNSWICK"YOUNG'S FARMBUCK 161 B&C