Just wanted to share something of how I got into hunting, honor someone who meant the world to me and share a story.
When I was a kid he gave me my first rifle. I could barely lift the old Enfield 06’.
He patiently listened to all my questions about hunting and fishing and bought me a subscription to Outdoor Life.
He took me out to get my first kill and had me watch the rabbit’s eyes as it’s spirit left. He explained respect, love and responsibility.
On my first elk hunt he taught me how to be quiet and truly commune with the woods and not just stomp around.
Somehow I lost touch with all that in my late teens and up until my Grandfather passed in my early thirties.
My cousins and I decided after he passed, we would take up hunting again and head back into the woods. We now spend several times a year at hunting camp. We share stories and remember the great man that made us possible.
Please feel free to share something in memory of those that deserve it.
Thanks.
When I was a kid he gave me my first rifle. I could barely lift the old Enfield 06’.
He patiently listened to all my questions about hunting and fishing and bought me a subscription to Outdoor Life.
He took me out to get my first kill and had me watch the rabbit’s eyes as it’s spirit left. He explained respect, love and responsibility.
On my first elk hunt he taught me how to be quiet and truly commune with the woods and not just stomp around.
Somehow I lost touch with all that in my late teens and up until my Grandfather passed in my early thirties.
My cousins and I decided after he passed, we would take up hunting again and head back into the woods. We now spend several times a year at hunting camp. We share stories and remember the great man that made us possible.
Please feel free to share something in memory of those that deserve it.
Thanks.