Core Lokt
Senior Member
Dad (67) still loves to hunt but his knees and shoulders limit him on what he can do. He took me to the woods from the time I could walk and he gave me my first gun (.243) at 9 and I started sitting by myself at 11. I lived for the weekends during hunting season because I new it meant he and I would be going to the woods for the weekend, every weekend. Now it's time for me to do for him as he did for me. He shoots'm, calls me and I load haul and gut. We'll process this one this coming Saturday. Only deer he has seen at the plot behind my house this year. 5:30p Saturday afternoon. When he called I thought he had killed a 300lb 20 pt. I was just getting out of the stand on the other side of the lake.
congrats Dad!
congrats Dad!