Dont get to worried right now. He will come around on his own eventually....

Whe I was young my dad started me out hunting with him. We would squirel hunt and then when bow season come in he would bow hunt I would squirel hunt. But then he would set me out where he knew where i was and probably could see me , but to me he must have been over the mountain on the next one. This made me paranoid and I would get up and start hollering for him and walking in the direction I last saw him. He always popped up on me, right near me. He was always watching over me. He finally taught me this certain whistle like a bobwhite and said to use that. Well from then on its been that whistle when I was searching for him. It wasnt' a couple more years, I may have been 11, 12 most, I lost complete interest. Told mom I didn't like it, and i just went to please him. However , he never pushed it on me, nor did he ever act any different around me. i quit altogether. I entered my teenage years and then high school and still was not interested. I was doing my own thing, playing ball and such. Then about my second year in college, something happened. Idont' know what triggered it or how it came about, but I plunged into hunting and shooting full force. I bought my first high power .270, started bowhunting. Killed my first two deer with a bow in the first season out. IN first two days. I killed a 5 point buck on opening day that year also. That year really sealed me in for life. You know what, Dad and I went hunting and when we needed to find one another, guess how we did it. Your right, that bobwhite whistle. Funny thing is we never mentioned it and had not mentioned it in all those years. It just came naturally as he taught it to me as a boy.
Well now I am 32 years old. I have a family..Two children. A little girl and a little boy. That little boy is my shadow. loves everything I do. He makes me day when I see him doing what he sees me doing. Anyway I was talking to my wife the other day and I told her that our little boy is my best friend. He is 3 years old. Many people dont think that could be possible, but it is. He is my best friend. He goes everywhere i go, crawls in bed and sleeps beside me. I get the middle. He is my shadow, but man I love it. I hope I do half as good as dad done with me and I know those pressures are there wanting that boy to be your best friend and hunting buddy. What I can say is take a lesson from my life and love him to death and in his time he will come around and want to be just like ole dad.
One last thing. Dad hasn't hunted in probably 5 years or more. Alot of different reasons why. Health and such. But I have pressed right along. By myself alot, but one day my boy will go in his time. I have taken up reloading and all. But something special happened this year, Dad wanted to go hunting. I had him meet me and we went to the same place . We walked into the woods together, we told each other where we would be. And we set out hunting. He had one come across his path not more than 30 yards before he could get more than 10 yards away from me. It was a big doe. he couldnt' tell what it was and had his gun mounted sighting that doe in that 44 mag Marlin lever action of his. He turned and asked me what it was, and I wanted to tell him a spike so bad. but he let it go. It was great seeing that rush in him again. We set out to hunt and i found myself wondering about him. I kept looking in his direction trying to locate him if I could just see that blaze orange. I was having no luck and begin to worry. I started moving in his direction and my mind went right back to that bobwhite whistle he taught me as a boy. I begin to use it as I moved towards him. It wasn't long before I heard it. That beautiful bobwhite whistle coming my way. Man what a blessing to be hunting with your dad!!! I think about what I missed all those years and try to make all that we have left count and be the best they can be............ Don't worry. They always come around in their time and more often than not, they turn out just like Dad. Just love him and support him in all his interest and share yours with him. Sorry so long, thanks for letting me tell you that. It made me feel good inside to share that. This year I will never forget.