memories
#11
Join Date: Aug 2004
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Posts: 73
RE: memories
Its hard to beat the times hunting with my dad, those will always out last any other hunting trip, especially as a kid. One that sticks out was when the whole family was hunting and my dad and mom had the glasses. My brother and I had nothing and I spotted six bucks on the ridgeline with the naked eye. After telling my dad i found the deer, he did not believe me at first until he glassed and saw them for himself, we put a stalk on but had no success!! Thats alright, it the memories that make it. Ever since then they have always called me eagle eye
#12
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: Calgary, Alberta
Posts: 84
RE: memories
I can still see my first moose going down when I was a kid, It was my first big game animal.
Close seconf this year was my 60 year old dad betting his biggest Mule dear ever 183 3/8. You would have sworn it was his first deer.
Close seconf this year was my 60 year old dad betting his biggest Mule dear ever 183 3/8. You would have sworn it was his first deer.
#13
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: Albany, GA
Posts: 62
RE: memories
Going hunting with my dad and brothers when I was a kid. Seemed so pure. Nothing but us out in the woods kidding with each other and hunting.
I would follow my dad and my brothers (all older than me) around like I was thier own little bird dog. Now I look back and think about it, I'm the age that dad was then....except he still seemed much smarter than I'll ever be.
Those good days bring smiles to my face.
I would follow my dad and my brothers (all older than me) around like I was thier own little bird dog. Now I look back and think about it, I'm the age that dad was then....except he still seemed much smarter than I'll ever be.
Those good days bring smiles to my face.