Grandpa. Dad was too busy usually, and really didn't do that much outdoors. Grandpa...idunno, just the name kinda sums it up for me. I remember coon hunting (he was HUGE coon hunter, and had even made a lil bit of a name for himself in our parts) squirrel, deer hunting and fishing (cats and bluegills only) with him. Some of his techniques were unconventional but its what he had to do, he couldn't walk very well. He was a big turkey hunter as well but his health left him before I was old enough to do that with him. I've not coon hunted in years, but I'll probably have at least a few dogs in my life once I'm done with college...if for no other reason that to try and relive some of those priceless memories.

Yeah...Grandpa (BTW, he was always whistleing "On the Wings of A Snow-white Dove"...never knew it 'til they played it at his funeral. Kinda one of those "Hey!!! THAT'S what he was always whistleing" moments)