I know many of us have extremely fond memories of our past hunts with our fathers or grandfathers....many of whom have gone to greener pastures... how about some pictures in memory of them?
My first. I think he was more excited than me...
Yeah it ain't hunting but who cares....great times!
I have more I'll have to scan in...
I miss you old man. I hope my little boys love me as much as I do you.
Nice pictures........
Wish my old man was still around. This time of year I get to missin him badly. But sometimes, I feel he is sitting right there next to me
I'm lucky enough to still have mine around and be able to hunt around him often.
I was sitting on the side of a mountain in Montana, pulling at some sage, hoping an elk would come poking around. Then I was wishing my Dad was here to share this with me. He let me shoot my first milk can with a 16 gauge stevens S/S. I could barely lift that cannon. Well, I hit that big milk can and Dad helped me up off the ground where that "cannon" had sat me down. I got some great pics that I will dig up.
