I look fondly at my father. How time flies! It seems only yesterday that he was trying to share all he knew about nature and hunting, and now we’re stalking the range together.
It’s been more than 20 years since I was first allowed to join a hunt. I must have frightened off quite a few animals that my father was watching just because I couldn’t sit still or I fell asleep on the raised hide. But these moments are precious.more