Dad
Nice story reminds me of me and my Dad. I moved from New York to Virginia and had missed hunting with my Dad. I always would tell him "Dad I've gotta get back up there so we can hit the Catskill's" never knowing that would never happen. Dad had a stroke and was unable to hunt anymore. I lost my Dad shortly after that and it changed my life. It took me about five years before I was able to go hunting again, because it just didn't seem the same without the man that walked me in the woods holding my hand when I was just six years old, showing me the in's and out's of hunting. You never think about loosing a loved one untill they are gone. I just started back Hunting and I enjoy it just as much holding my sons hand and showing him what Dad taught me. Enjoy your Dad while he's here, and remember "Once A Man, Twice a Child"