One year ago today my dad died at 55yrs. of age from an intercranial hemorhage (severe brain bleed). He taught me the many wonders and mysteries of the woods and mother nature to the best of his abilities and started doing so when i was a little boy around age 5. Together we fished, deer scouted, hung deerstands, deerhunted (my favorite), and many other things that i could list allday. I've done good doing the things he has taught me by myself, I think he would be proud. One more hunt with him would be awesome, but i know he is there every time i fill up my quiver, load a shockwave into my knight, chamber a 130 grain .270 in my ruger, and anytime i enter the woods period. He was my dad but he was also my best friend! MY DAD AND ME I love you dad and i will see you in heaven someday. Your wildman and best friend JOSH (tracker)
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American by birth, Southern by the grace of God