Re: Tribute to hunters who have Gone On
I'LL NEVER FORGET THE FIRST TIME MY DAD TOOK ME BOWHUNTING.I WAS 15 AND HE LET ME HAVE THE "HONEY HOLE",WHILE HE WENT TO A DIFFERENT SPOT.I HAD 2 DOES COME ABOUT 15 YARDS,BUT WHEN I WENT TO PULL BACK THEY SAW ME AND TOOK OFF.THE OLD MAN WAS WATCHING FROM A DISTANCE AND HE SAID MY EYES WERE AS BIG AS BASEBALLS WHEN I SAW THE DEER.I DIDNT EVEN KNOW HE WAS WATCHING ME.HE SAID HE COULD SEE MY ARROW SHAKING I WAS SO NERVOUS.IVE BEEN HOOKED FROM THAT MOMENT ON.ID GIVE ANYTHING FOR ONE MORE HUNT WITH HIM.HE TALKED ABOUT THAT EVERYTIME WE WENT OUT,WITCH WAS NOT ENOUGH.