Friday was a bitter sweet day for me. It was likely my last hunt with my dad. It's been close to 25 years since I have got to hunt with my dad. I moved away for college and although I live closer to him than I use to it's still a 4 hour drive one way. Mom and dad made the drive to see my daughter's first high school choir concert on Thursday and stayed to see my youngest play basketball on Saturday. So on Friday while we had nothing to do Dad said he wanted to go hunting.
Like any good dad would do I held my son out of school so that he could go hunting with us. It was his first and probably only opportunity to hunt with his grandfather.
This was the only picture I got. We did see a couple deer including one small buck. We didn't kill anything, but to be honest that's not what we were there for. Seeing the deer was just a bonus.
Like any good dad would do I held my son out of school so that he could go hunting with us. It was his first and probably only opportunity to hunt with his grandfather.
This was the only picture I got. We did see a couple deer including one small buck. We didn't kill anything, but to be honest that's not what we were there for. Seeing the deer was just a bonus.