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Post by genesis273 on Oct 21, 2017 13:23:48 GMT -5
As I walked to the stand this morning I was the thinking of my old hunting partner, my best friend, my dad. We'd always get to the woods an hour early. I've always wanted to get dressed and hustle to the stand. Dad on the other hand, he'd always just take it nice and easy and stroll to his stand. He was never in a hurry. You'd think he was just killing time walking on a beach. I tried that technique this morning. I still have some work to do but, was able to relax a little more on the way in. Sure miss him.
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Post by raymar on Oct 21, 2017 15:54:55 GMT -5
My dad thankfully is still able to go but definitely slowing down. I miss the early get togethers before a hunt like we used to. I cherish every time he goes and no longer care he walks by after daylight to his spots as one time will be the last hunt we share. He always said he never has has shot one in the dark walking in but has taken several nice ones his way.
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Post by treetop on Oct 21, 2017 16:22:00 GMT -5
As I walked to the stand this morning I was the thinking of my old hunting partner, my best friend, my dad. We'd always get to the woods an hour early. I've always wanted to get dressed and hustle to the stand. Dad on the other hand, he'd always just take it nice and easy and stroll to his stand. He was never in a hurry. You'd think he was just killing time walking on a beach. I tried that technique this morning. I still have some work to do but, was able to relax a little more on the way in. Sure miss him. I dang near gave up fishing when my dad passed it was nothing for us to pack up and camp in the bush and fish for a week in ONT heck we'd go on a three day weekends but it ended up a 4 day weekend. He never did hunt much but I'd drag him along every now and than I'm sure he enjoyed but it just wasn't for him, the odd thing was he would always ask for deer steaks duck breast never matterd he loved to eat wild game and what ever I had was just fine for him. I sure do miss him |
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Post by Sasquatch on Oct 21, 2017 18:46:28 GMT -5
Nice to remember the good times.
I try to remember and visit mine as much as I can, knowing that at 78 Dad's time is winding down. Also, I know there are many in this world who didn't get as much time with their dad as I did, if any, and that I shouldn't waste ours.
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Post by barnettbuckbuster on Oct 22, 2017 16:07:04 GMT -5
Made many memories with my dad hunting blessed to still be making them but more fishing memories now than anything he doesnt hunt much anymore. Just enjoy the time we spend together! Actually last year we went once together and i didnt even take a weapon just wanted to sit with him like i used to when i was little didnt see a thing but a hunt ill never forget!
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Post by jeremy18 on Oct 22, 2017 18:28:06 GMT -5
I can count on 1 hand the memories my fther and I shared together. One being in 1993, My folks were still together and life to a 9 year old seemed grand, my parents had purchased a piece of property (23 acres) down around the spencer area. We enjoyed weekend get aways, BBQ and mowing trips, and even a trip or two to build some homemade hunting stands. It was a early, early morning, Dad and I left the north west side of Indianapolis, headed to our piece of property for our first deer hunt in our homeade deer stands. The morning was very eventful, noises here, noises there, and finally a young spike walks out of the thicket and into the clearing, dad asked if I could shoot it, frightened from the shotgun recoil in our homeade tree stands I opted no to shoot. It wasn’t long after the noises started up, what sounded like a couple deer running through the woods headed our way turned out to be a fox squirrel bouncing around looking for accords.. just as our nerves settled, we began to talk about what snack were left from our goody bag, a loud grunt came from the neighboring property. We both looked, and it had to be the largest deer I had ever seen, the horns were bright white and looked as they went on for miles, dad reached around and grabbed his shotgun, and said if he jumps the fence, he’s ours.. just like the deer was on script, he jumped the fence and into a clearing wide enough to drive a bus through. Dad, aimed the shotgun and squeezed one off, the deer froze, dad with a confused look on his face, shot 3 more times... the deer took about 2 steps and fell dead in his tracks. With both of us still in shock, dad asked if I was ready to get down and put our hands on our downed buck. I couldn’t get out of the tree fast enough. The look on my dads face was priceless and the enjoyment we shared with each other that day will forever live with me. The buck dad shot that day will forever been in the Indiana Boone and Croket record books, he was a mainframe 10 pointer with a 27.5 inch spread tip to tip and scored in at a little over 193 inches. Unfortunately soon after that day, my folks split and the future hunting memories between my father and I Ceased. Fortunately, my uncles and Grandfather kept the hunting spirit alive and because of them, I have countless stories to be shared. Reading the memories above makes us realize, time is short, while we’re here enjoy life, laugh often and introduce our youth to the outdoors! One day it will be them writing stories about their memories with us! Sorry for the grammar, writing on my iPad, And I suck at writing!
Jeremy
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Post by squirrelhunter on Oct 22, 2017 19:37:31 GMT -5
I didn't really hunt or fish with dad much after I became an adult and moved out but we did hunt squirrels and rabbits once in awhile and talk about hunting,fishing and trapping a lot or Outdoor Sportsman related stuff and I did help him run the coyote and fox traps a lot until he got old enough that he just quit doing any of it. We still talked about it though. I took care of him his last few years after mom passed and we became real close then even though we already were close. Yeah I miss him a lot.
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