I'm fortunate to still be able to hunt a piece of property that even my Dad hunted on.. In fact, he and his childhood friend hunted on this tract since the early '60's. I learned to hunt on this land.
They grew up together and both served during World War ll.. They hunted many different areas during their lives but during the last 40 years or so almost all of their hunting was on this piece of property that I hunted this evening. At some point during their time here they parked a small trailer in an oak groove and called it camp. I built them a porch on the side of the little trailer where they cooked and enjoyed a toddy after an evenings hunt. I often spent time with them after their hunts, just listening and visiting about things past and present. The current events revolved mostly around hunting!
I remember many good deer that wound up hanging from a tree limb just outside of camp and then an evening celebration would begin..
I didn't think I was going to able to hunt this evening due to work even though I had planned on being in the woods.. As the day wound down it appeared as if I'd have an hour or so to go.. I keep most of my gear in the truck this time of the year so I grabbed my bow and hurried to my parking spot, which happened to be Dad's old hunting camp.
After slipping on my daypack I picked up my bow and crossed a four wire fence to go towards my treestand. It just happened to be one that I could get to the quickest, given the short amount of time I had. I got in the stand and the mosquitoes were buzzing about. As much as I hate to, I sprayed my face and hands with repellent.
Just before dark what I gauged as a 2 1/2 year old 8 point came through.. I thought he had a lot of room to grow if he could just get a few years older. I enjoyed his company and in a few minutes he ambled on and out of my sight. Dark settled in and I climbed down and gathered my gear. A little headlight sure makes walking out in the dark easier. So, with my daypack on and my bow in my hand I started back towards my truck.
After crossing a creek and then the fence I found myself on edge of Dads camp. In the dim glow of my headlight I could see Dad and Dick sitting under the porch, drink in hand, cooking something for dinner. As I gazed off to the right towards the "hanging tree" I saw a great buck that Pops had killed. And on another limb hung a buck that Dick had shot. As I closed my eyes memories of many other bucks and campfires came flooding back. What a great place and time this old camp was!
Dad and his best friend, Dick, passed away 6 or 7 years ago. I miss them all the time, but particularly during deer season.
Great memories, all !!
Good hunting guys
Thanks for sharing.
I can picture it in my mind from your description. Memories are wonderful things. Thanks for sharing with us. :campfire:
That is a very heartwarming story Pat. You are fortunate to have such memories and thanks for sharing that with us. :thumbsup: :thumbsup:
Thanks for sharing.
You are a lucky man to have been able to share those times with your Dad!
Thanks for sharing.
I'm lucky that my wife's cousins allow me to hunt the land they own and I've bowhunted on since 1973.
Memories can take us back to the best part of our lives,your a lucky man to still be able to hunt the area,congrats and enjoy.
Heartwarming memories for sure. Took me back to some good memories of my own. Thanks for sharing.
Bob
Nice way to honor those memories, and your Dad. Glad you can still enjoy that same piece of property, and hopefully you can hang something on that tree limb soon.
Thanks for sharing.
Great story Pat!!!! :bigsmyl: :clapper: :goldtooth: :biglaugh:
Bisch
That's what it is all about!
those memories are truly what life is all about, thanks for bringing back some of my old man and me, he was my best friend, hunting partner, confidant and mentor for 28 years. Thanks!
Whew. Ok, I'll say it...I got all misty-eyed reading that last part... Tugs at me knowing my own dad's lingering days in a nursing home dwindle.
He would have killed to have had even an annual outing like you describe, but Mom was always 'afraid' of being left home alone so he never went much... killed a few later in life near home...but few and far between. Never got to share in a kill with him... tried to take him as much as I could but he did get to a camp of an older friend a few years while I 'baby-sat' mom.
Thank you for sharing, Pat.
That connection with nostalgia is so missing as progress eats up past memory sites.
Great story. It must be great to have such memories, cherish them!
Pat, thanks for sharing. I lost my brother and favorite hunting partner five years and three months ago. All we have are great memories of hunts past to hold on to. I sure hope my memory never goes. There isn't a day that goes by that he is not in my thoughts particularly hunting season, for this is a passion that runs deep within me. Thank you for your story and sharing such a great memory.
David
Thanks
Thanks ever so much for the memories,I'm like Doc,my Dads wilting away in an Old folks home.I see him twice a week and we talk of the times over 50 years ago about a little fella trudging thru the snow,feet cold,nose running and getting wacked by branches ,because he was following to close again,I'd die to have those days back! Thank you my friend.
One of my best friends lost his mom yesterday. What I call a REAL Grand Old Lady!! Today, I reminded him of something an old friend told me one day when I was feeling particularly sad about her pending death. She looked at me matter of factly and said "Fred, you have to die to go to heaven ..... it's not a bad reward"!
I think it helped.
That was a VERY nice read Pat. Thank you! Must be a really special place and I'm sure you know you are very fortunate to be able to still hunt it. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks Pat, Reminded me of my grandfather and the hunts we shared.I miss his stories and big smile.
Great story,thanks for sharing your memories.
Very nice story... Nothing like memories of hunting with Dad, Granpa, and others that got us started in bowhunting.
Great story, thanks for sharing.
Pat,
I felt like I was right there as I read this...Thank you for sharing..God Bless, Keefers <><
Pat, Thanks so much, great story. My Dad passed 20 years ago and to this day I carry a photo of us hunting in my back tag and his compass in my pocket. I would not leave for a hunt without either.
Thank you for sharing your memories Pat. It's a blessing to hunt the same ground with so many feelings and memories.
Nice mate ... Made me smile. I have a few similiar spots .
Great read. I wish I would have had that kind of time with my Dad. My father spent all his time working at the big airplane factory here in Saint Louis. He loved his job and had little time for anything else. My brothers and I learned our hunting skills by reading and trial and error. You're a lucky man to have those memories.
Although he is still alive but not hunting any longer reflections of hunting with my dad are beginning to revel themselves. Heading out this morning to take a friend (that had to sell his family farm) on a gun hunt on my home place. As I pass these areas I will ponder what occurred there many years ago with dad by my side showing me the ropes. I think as we pass these areas I will share my memories with my friend. Good stuff!
I got a little misty reading the last part of your story. Some of the places my dad taught me to hunt are still wild places, and I may need to go visit them soon. Even so, I can close my eyes and melt away the years to find myself at his side. Thank you for reminding me to look back.
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Pat, as long as they remain in your memory they're never really gone.
Very nice Pat. Eventually memories are all that we'll have left. Thanks for sharing with us.