Geffellz18
Senior Member
Final sit of the season for me. First sit was just two days ago! I don’t create enough opportunities to get into Gods country in GA due to work and limited options that I’m willing to take advantage of nearby.
So I travel annually back home to NW FL to spend time with mom & dad and get some time in the woods with dad.
Admittedly, I say create opportunities because I just don’t have the passion I once did for hunting.
There’s a million reasons I can think of to justify why in my mind, but all are simply excuses for not lacing up the boots and getting out there.
There’s definitely one reason that I travel over 350 miles in mid-late January every year though. Dads not getting any younger-his days on this Earth are becoming more limited everyday. Not only that, but his body is succumbing to the torture he put it through over the past 70+ years.
So I’m here-even if just for a few days-to appreciate time with the one that taught me this great sport of hunting!
For even if for just these few days, my passion builds intermittently as I truly do enjoy this time each year, being in the woods I grew up hunting in, with Dad!
My setup for the final hunt is on the edge of a stand of planted pines facing West into a creek bottom. Small stand of hardwoods to the south with an active scrape line directly behind me about 40 yards running North/South.
NW wind about 9mph with gusts up to 20.
On private property of a family friends, about 200ish yards South of the AL/FL state line.
Dads basically straddling the state line up a pine tree overlooking the same creek bottom to his right and an open area he made, along with the old road bed the scrape lines on.
LFTT view left to right
South
West
North
So I travel annually back home to NW FL to spend time with mom & dad and get some time in the woods with dad.
Admittedly, I say create opportunities because I just don’t have the passion I once did for hunting.
There’s a million reasons I can think of to justify why in my mind, but all are simply excuses for not lacing up the boots and getting out there.
There’s definitely one reason that I travel over 350 miles in mid-late January every year though. Dads not getting any younger-his days on this Earth are becoming more limited everyday. Not only that, but his body is succumbing to the torture he put it through over the past 70+ years.
So I’m here-even if just for a few days-to appreciate time with the one that taught me this great sport of hunting!
For even if for just these few days, my passion builds intermittently as I truly do enjoy this time each year, being in the woods I grew up hunting in, with Dad!
My setup for the final hunt is on the edge of a stand of planted pines facing West into a creek bottom. Small stand of hardwoods to the south with an active scrape line directly behind me about 40 yards running North/South.
NW wind about 9mph with gusts up to 20.
On private property of a family friends, about 200ish yards South of the AL/FL state line.
Dads basically straddling the state line up a pine tree overlooking the same creek bottom to his right and an open area he made, along with the old road bed the scrape lines on.
LFTT view left to right
South
West
North
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