The first time I went hunting, my dad took me. 30 30 in hand, limited practice shots we were fired but we were ready. Dad said take your time and make a good shot. As we drove, sure enough he found me a doe sitting on a hillside, one shot one deer.
Today my dad went with his grandsons and I on DiMaggio's first deer hunt. We found lots of deer and low and behold he decided on a doe. One shot one deer...we were all proud. Dad stayed in the truck and by the time we got back up the hill, Dad was laying in front of it. He is getting weaker by the day and is getting less stable...so we quickly got him up and back in the truck. My boys have a great memory but also truly saw how fragile life is. I am not sure how people deal with this but I know each memory created has now become more urgent and valuable.
Another day...
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