Pappy:

I remember as a kid, walking at least a thousand miles bird hunting with my Dad across this countryside. But Dad would always stop at a Huckleberry thicket and pick every last huckleberry.

We would usually eat them right there on the spot. But if by chance, there were enough to fill up a hat, we would take them home to my Grandmother and she would make a pie with them.

That pie would always be something special! I never have seen a huckleberry pie since those days.

Coach