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.