Out of season

By: cariboucreek Mood: Neutral Date: 08/11/2007 18:14:48 Music: None

This story is more a book report of a book .Iam proud to read .For i knew John luster senior and junior all my life .

Out of season --The Johnny Luster Story

by --Mary E. Adams

Published by Northern publising, Wasilla, Alaska

Mary adams had personally interveiws John Luster these very time consumming for her ,See John doesnt talk much .Very quiet man .She tells his story from birth to death .John luster was a big game guide ,Homesteader ,trapper ,and father .I find that every page of this book keeps reading.Very hard to put this book down .John could track a bear over a rock mountain .He could see animals that others couldnt .Tells of all the hunters he hunted with .All the stories about John are in areas that ive personaly traveled. Ive  seen first hand the natural beauty of this land  John is truly The alaska's last Great mountain man .

On a personal level. I knew John Luster from many camp fires during and after season .I could be out traveling area ,The  smell his good camp coffee in the wind .John would be sitting around fire at nite talking to clients about next days hunts .He wouldnt even look up >He knew it was me -Saying "How did you find my camp ?"I smelled the horse's and the good coffee brewing.

I was alway welcome to his camp  .I truly feel this is where i really meet John in his nature world .Every thing i knew about John was true .You learn about people from the way they do things, The way theytalk. Teaching every thing in lessons  to people . I some times feel i knew him better than his family did . He was so much alive in the bush .He knew this was his place in life .

John died many years ago . Imiss him. Johns son called me to visit with him. For he had his fathers story fresh off the press in hand. I was to have one of the first of 10 copies printed and signed by his son !-- Harold White ,To a lifetime of freindship. Keep the memories ---

Even today i travel in the area where i spent many a camp fire with john .The wind will blow thru the trees and i can smell the fresh coffee , horse sweat and saddle soap.I look around quickly. For i almost feel John there.I know he's here Just  waiting for old freinds to join him .I know he will be there with all other freinds . With a cup filled with good cowboy coffee.