Guys- this post has brought me to tears literally

My dad is losing the battle with cancer right now, he is in Tampa, Fla and I am in North Carolina -

I see the posts where you guys have done or still do things with your father and unfortunately for whatever reason - I never had that connection - Like Rob I am primarily self taught and the fires were lit in a little barber shop as a young child reading field and stream- It is funny I used to tell my brother that we were going to grow up and I was going to bowhunt and he was going to gun hunt and we were going to travel the world like they did in the magazine

Dad took me hunting when I was 14 and we didn't know anything about deer hunting or the likes ( he never took me again)- I really became addicted when I was 17 - I could drive and would bowhunt the hogs in the swamps but never could sneak up on a deer - finally at the age of 23 - I used a summitt stand and took my first doe in Alabama- with my bow -

My relationship with my father started to strengthen in the early 90's as I was married with a daughter - I would always go bass fishing( he loves to fish)every Sunday - until I moved to NC in 1997 - and up until my brother told me pops had cancer aug of last year - We sort of lost our connection again - I went and saw him In August and he is a shell of what he used to be - but he is one of the Tuffest people I know - But at least I have memories and even a few pics of us fishing - treasured memories indeed -