i still have the great oportunity to hunt with my dad. when i was 15 i got my first deer a basket rack 8. earlier in the day i missed a six. i was so mad at my self and my dad came to see me. he skipped work to help me look for sign. after finding nothin he went back to work and i went back out hunting. two hours later i shot my first buck, what do you know he came back and helped me gut it. my dad and mom owned there own plumbing and heating buissnes and were very busy, working 10 or 12 hours a day. but i guess thats a fathers love. needless to say the buisses went south and closed causing my family to file for bankruptcy. Now he works on the road and i dont see but at the holidays when he is home. last year i went to canada with my uncle who has been helping my family out while my dad is gone working, and we both shot huge deer. i was upset that my dad wasnt there but i knew that he wold love to be. he was they very first person that i called and told. he has only been there for one deer that i killed but hey i learned everything that i can while he was there. Now a week form today i am going to ontario canada, and yes my dad is going. i cannot say how happy i am. My father has been the biggest inspiration on me and that will never change. many more years to come hopefully.