Nice thought Jason.  I never had a family member involved in bowhunting, but my dad gave me the outdoor fever by letting me traipse after him during rabbit and pheasant hunts.  I was the Barney Fife carrying the 22 with no bullets.

I miss him quite a bit....he passed away in 1971 at 58.

Thanks for sharing Jason--I'm sure your grandpa is proud.

These threads always hit a note with me, because I never got to know one of my grandfathers (he passed before I was born) and the other died when I was very young--I remember him, but just barely.  Everything I've heard about both has been what humble, honest, hard working men they were.  My paternal grandpa was known for rabbit hunting with rocks--too poor to buy a gun or ammo when he was young, he learned to use what was available--from what I've been told, if he had three rocks in his hand when a rabbit came out (using a dog no less), it was a dead rabbit.  I always love to hear stories about them, or most anyone's grandpa.

My own father was a hunter, but a totally different type than is even accepted today--he hunted for food, and the methods that were common back then would be scoffed at today--different time, different place.  He never had time to show me much--he worked all the time, and when he went hunting it wasn't as a pasttime--it was to get meat.  I don't begrudge him for that, as I never had to worry about food on the table, but I wish we'd been able to spend more time in the woods together.  He's still around, but isn't physically able to hunt.

I plan for my son to have stories to tell about the two of us roaming the woods together--and at least he will have fishing stories to tell about him and his grandpa.  Hopefully I'll hang around long enough for my grandson(s) and/or granddaughter(s) to have a few stories to share (my son isn't quite 13 yet, so that will hopefully be a while).

Cherish those memories....

Chad

Jason ya a lucky man to have had someone to have taught you archery and hunted with you at a young age.
Great photo with greater memories tattooed on your heart.
God Bless all the Grandpa's and Grandma's of the world.

It is odd how a date can bring back memories.  On that date I was in Korea serving my country and wishing I were home with my new bride.

I have not had the benefit of having a mentor for my love of the outdoors and envy those of you who do.  Thanks for sharing your story Jason.  It is 6 degrees out as I write this.  I believe I will go down to the basement and shoot an arrow in your grandfathers honor.  He must have been a great man.  I'm sorry I never met him.  Bless you and yours.

Nice memories, and as he would have wanted it, I'm sure, Jason.  Thanks for sharing.    I too am coming up on an anniversary for my own fathers passing....30 years ago, and he was the main bowhunting influence in my life as well.   He left us at the young age of 40, and I often wonder about the hunts we might  have shared.    

I wrote "Feathers thru the Wind", to tell about the influence our fathers, grandfathers,  and  ouselves have  on the younger generations....you are a living example of the passing of "spark" from your grandfather  to you.

You were both lucky to have each other, if even for a short time.  You do him great honor by carrying on his memory and sharing it with others. Thank you.  I'm sure he was and still is very proud of you.

QuoteOriginally posted by Jason R. Wesbrock:
[QB] No, not Sgt. Pepper.    :rolleyes:

Your dating your self there, I bet half the guys on here are to young to recognize that.

My old Grandad,was the best friend ill ever have.

That's a great legacy Jason    

I'm sure he's looking down and he's mighty proud of you.  

Jason, Your words are especially touching to me because I had the same relationship with my Grandpa. Our thing was fishing and bird hunting. I lost him in 1987 so I hear you brother. Hope to see you around this year. Don't forget BigFoot has it Trad shoot Mothersday weekend and of course Compton for sure!

Regards,
Bill