Reaching through the veil
My Grandpa Freed lived in the small town of Ucon, Idaho. Its about 20 minutes north of Idaho Falls and has all the feels of small town, country, USA. His house was next to a horse pasture that he had once owned which was occupied by an occasional horse or two and a small, lean-to-style barn. I loved visiting grandpa. We spent much of our time together in the mountains hiking and hunting up Freed Canyon. We'd get up long before the sun, pack some hoagie sandwiches with fresh deli meat, grab a couple of guns and some ammo, and then ride off to the hills in his ol' suburban. We'd hike all day and glass for hours atop a ridge overlooking the canyon. If we weren't spending time in the mountains we were hanging out in the gun room. Grandpa had several safes filled to capacity with every gun a young cowboy could imagine. He'd pull them all out at my request and we'd wipe them down while he told me about each of them. He always taugh...