My Dad was my hunting friend and mentor.......He had PATIENCE!....As a small toddler he'd put me in the rumble seat of of his big tired Modal A as he chased birds with pointers...Got me started with my own shotgun around 8 ( H&R 20 ga Topper). Then I started roaming the hedgerows/field and woods alone. Killed my first deer with it at age 9....He bloodied my face.......He was my rock of wisdom...When He died a piece of me died too.
Now at 70 and retired I still hunt a LOT. Fish and farm a little.......Wish he was here to see it.
Now at 70 and retired I still hunt a LOT. Fish and farm a little.......Wish he was here to see it.
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