[rem760]

My father passed in 1999. He had battled cancer since 1995. Them last few years was everthing we could do for him to get him that one last buck, to pay him back for everything he did for me in the early years of hunting. We worked our tails off chasing deer to him. There is not a day passes when I am in a stand that I don't think about all the great hunts we had together and the deer we got. Every buck I harvest now, the first thing I do is look to the sky and say "This ones for you dad," many times with a tear in my eye. Cherish your dad while you can and thank them for all the good times together.

 

[kenn316]

I got my first hunting license in 1995 the day they went on sale. 2 weeks later my dad died of a heart attack. I got his guns and his knives and I bought other ones but its hard for me not to take out his 30-06 opening day

 

[C_Carr316]

Great post! I remember up to the age 11, I wanted to go with my Dad to deer camp. When I turned 12, that was the first time I was allowed to go. I can remember those first days up there like it was yesterday. Now 36, I still love going up there with the old man.

Dads' 07 buck:

My 08 Turkey:

My future hunters:

Great Post!

 

[SpiritNugent]

Great post! I miss my father dearly everyday in the woods, but it is where I feel him the most, as it is where we spent the most time together.

Thanks for sharing!