Prescott "Barney" Abner

Remembering our dear Uncle Barney who was loved and respected by your nieces and nephews. Peace be with you as you rest in the arms of our savior, Jesus. Love to you Aunt Lukey from Virginia and family.

My name is John Podebradsky and I would like to share some memories of Barney at deer camp. Besides my father , Everett Podebradsky, my favorite hunting mentor was Barney Prescott . I was about 9 or 10 years old when I began to tag along with dad and Barney. Pheasants at Brooklyn hunting grounds , geese at horicon marsh , but the best was at the " Shack " way up north in Forest co. hunting grouse and deer. One october day in particular, about 1968 I was 12 or 13 years old ,the first year I could actually hunt . I flushed a grouse and watched where it landed and tried to flush it again , several times . Realizing I had best get back to camp I retraced my route to the shack , only to a big swamp blocking my retreat . Nothing looked familiar , this kid was lost ! Being the young woodsman I was , I panicked . Started hollering , fired a shot in the air and hollered some more. Before long , someone answered.the brush was breaking and when my rescuer got close , I was one relieved and thankful boy when Barney popped out , offered me a reeses' peanut butter cup , reassured me any one could get turned around out here . But I could tell by the way Barney was sweating and out of breath ,that he had been very concerned and then relieved that I was just lost and not injured . Through all the years at deer camp , Barney was always the first one up in the mornings , had coffee made, rolls out and a weather report. Barneys' enthusiasm was contagious . He was very relaxed up there , when he turned out the old coleman lantern , it was said that Barney could be asleep before the last sputtering light faded out . A classier and more respectful man I have never met . Happy Hunting Barney From all your friends from the "Shack"