Jodyslilbro

Re: Dang Pine Beatles God dang it. I'd tell someone else to deal with them tree cutter downers. I mean who'd want to be waiting for tree removers while they could be waiting for the big one

As you all know Jody Crum, my Big Brother died on 5/26/06. And I think it is only fair I should post this poem almost like an intro to the hunting season. What does a brother do, when his brother is taken from him? Do I head to the field to hunt, as if you are with me Or do I stay in, and hurt and grieve For hunting was what you and I did To pass our time, to be together and to be free We would hunt whenever the season was in Or shoot our guns and bow and talk about the next season to begin We would go to Bass Pro once a month Just to be surronded by hunting stuff. We were looking forward to going to Montana To hunt the Milk River like Jordan,Wadell and Blanton We talked about all the hunts we would make And all the trophies we hoped to take Just the other day we talked about having the fever How we couldn't wait for this September To be high in our tree Watching nature as it be They're many people who never experience what we have To be brothers and hunters, boy were we glad We were always the first to want to share How great the outdoors are and what it meant to be there What do I do now, since you have been taken from me Do I go out this Fall and climb into my tree Do I hunt harder then I ever had Even though it will make me sad Will you be there with me, helping me out Giving me strength to go about Will you help me should I fall Will you answer me when I call Where will you be this hunting season Will you be the breeze against my face Or will you be the leaves that blow in the wind Or are you pushing the deer just around the bend Please tell me will you be there And that you want me to hunt instead of grieve To enjoy the outdoors and all the memories we had Because you are not gone but waiting for me And if you could talk to me today, this is what you would say I know that you miss me, but please dry your eyes. I will always be watching and hunting with you from my home in the sky. And although Brian the oldest brothr wrote this, I think this would exactly be what I would right. So everyone this hunting season, hunt safe and tell your family you love them

Re: hey everyone Sorry about that man. I know how it feels as my brother past away in May Prayers sent to you and the family.

Re: Friday the 13th Yes prayers to your sister. And don't worry about that because its only superstition

Re: Just looked out the window and.... I'm waiting as well. Easy tracking

Re: When was the last time..... This morning in school Almost 45min after I got up this morning

Re: Electrocuted Bear I agree with swamphunter1968. Its just like with the biggest of the big bucks getting hit by vehicles

Re: Remember your first hunt? Yes I was 11 which would have been a year ago. It was season opener in my state and so when I got out of school I was headed to the woods. The worst thing was that we saw noting but a cat but I'll never forget it. Then today's later I double -lunged my deer at 10 yrds with my PSE Spyder

As you all know Jody Crum, my Big Brother died on 5/26/06. And I think it is only fair I should post this poem almost like an intro to the hunting season. What does a brother do, when his brother is taken from him? Do I head to the field to hunt, as if you are with me Or do I stay in, and hurt and grieve For hunting was what you and I did To pass our time, to be together and to be free We would hunt whenever the season was in Or shoot our guns and bow and talk about the next season to begin We would go to Bass Pro once a month Just to be surronded by hunting stuff. We were looking forward to going to Montana To hunt the Milk River like Jordan,Wadell and Blanton We talked about all the hunts we would make And all the trophies we hoped to take Just the other day we talked about having the fever How we couldn't wait for this September To be high in our tree Watching nature as it be They're many people who never experience what we have To be brothers and hunters, boy were we glad We were always the first to want to share How great the outdoors are and what it meant to be there What do I do now, since you have been taken from me Do I go out this Fall and climb into my tree Do I hunt harder then I ever had Even though it will make me sad Will you be there with me, helping me out Giving me strength to go about Will you help me should I fall Will you answer me when I call Where will you be this hunting season Will you be the breeze against my face Or will you be the leaves that blow in the wind Or are you pushing the deer just around the bend Please tell me will you be there And that you want me to hunt instead of grieve To enjoy the outdoors and all the memories we had Because you are not gone but waiting for me And if you could talk to me today, this is what you would say I know that you miss me, but please dry your eyes. I will always be watching and hunting with you from my home in the sky. And although Brian the oldest brothr wrote this, I think this would exactly be what I would right. So everyone this hunting season, hunt safe and tell your family you love them