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Hunt with your Dad if you can.
But spend a bit of time around him the rest of the year as well.

I so miss mine right now .

We hunted together for years, he took me out since i was a year or 2 old.
The last 10 Years he was rideing with me.

I still remember the moose he let me finish off with the 30/30 i packed as a boy.

Last week i spotted a rifle on the ee like the one he had(my mom favored my brother) and he got all Dads guns.
So I bought it and tomorow it arrives

Going to the gun show tomorow here in GP

Remember he used to take me to the Wapity shooters club as a boy.
I had a table at the yearly event they had , and proudly displayed his Rifles.

Sorry for spewing this , I was having a small moment.
Happens every year around hunting season....

Its been 5 years now and my boy hunts with me.
 
My dad and i have a business together, the same one him and his dad started so we work every day together. We have our fights like im sure most dads and sons do but at the end of the day i wouldnt have it any other way. I hope you make some great memories with your son.
 
My condolences.

You're very fortunate to have had those moments; dad and I were never close, it's been 10 years this past May since he passed at the young age of 66.

I've sworn that my son, 4 months old, and I will spend every possible moment together.

:cheers: to dads everywhere.
 
Sorry for your loss,my dad is still living and we fish and hunt together,but I know how you feel except I think of my grandfather,he taught me alot about hunting,fishing and the outdoors.The first buck I ever shot,he was in the hospital at the time and I had the deer in the back of my truck and went in real quick to tell him about it.He had to come out and see it and I think he was happier than I was.He passed away early the next week.So as I said I know how you feel,every deer I have shot ever since is kinda a bitter/sweet moment.
 
My dad is 77 this fall and he just loves coming with us for grouse, moose and deer. He loves doing the grocery shopping and building the menu and I keep him up on all the newest hunting gear and gadgets. He doesnt give a sh*t if he shoots anything, just likes being in camp. He doesn't do a lot of walking, but this year we are archery hunting very close to home and he'll only have to walk about 100 yards from the car. I bought him an Excalibur crossbow and he is able to #### it, so he is very excited about sitting in the blind in November.

I haul his stuff, I clean his game, I wake him up and I make sure he doesn't forget anything. Right now he is asking me to pick up this and that for him and I am gladly making the rounds to Bass Pro, LeBaron and any others to get final odds and ends. I wouldn't have it any other way, and I'll very much miss it when he can't make it in anymore. As he gets older, everything gets harder for him so I figure that I can just keep making it easier.

Patrick
 
My dad passed in '88 and we spent years hunting together. Sometimes when I'm out there alone I start thinking of him and all of the times we had together. Some of the best years of my life. Just glad to have had the experience.
 
My dad doesn't hunt, he just couldn't ever bring himself to pull the trigger... He did teach me to trap & for that, I am thankful. I'm also lucky that both him & my mom are around & in good health, it's a blessing.

Chin up dude, enjoy the rifle you just bought, your dad would be happy you bought it!

Cheers
Jay
 
Hunting, Fishing, or just sitting around. It doesn't matter enjoy the time with your dad.

Lost mine when I was a kid and cherish the memories.
 
My Mother taught me how to stalk, shoot and hunt, been hunting with her since I was 4 years old. My son has been hunting with me since he was 5 and have had the chance to hunt with his grandmother as well and lots of hunts with both of us.

I persuaded my dad to take me hunting once, he gave me one round and only one round, said if I could not hit the animal (Whitetail deer) with that then I don't deserve to hunt and that was using his rifle that I have never shot and did not get to practice with! Well, I got a 265 yard shot and put the largest buck ever on the ground, antlers went on the barn next to 26 of his, was the largest of the lot and the very last time he ever hunted! He was muttering something about beginners luck and him putting 26 years into hunting and I got a larger trophy than him on my first try.... well I was not trophy hunting, just wanted to spend quality time with my father :( I don't think he expected me to hit that deer!

Anyway to keep the one bullet tradition alive, my son practiced and practiced with a .243 and his grandmothers 30.06 until he was good enough to hit a milk jug of water at 200 yards every time. His Caribou and Black Bear were one shot kills and I could not be more proud of him! :)
 
You guys are really lucky, I came from an anti-firearms family. I wasn't even allowed a Red Ryder BB gun as a kids. Though, fishing and camping was a family staple. No one in my immediate or extended family hunt, and last year I picked up an old Excalibur bow and got my hunting license. I went out turkey hunting this past spring (though I never shot the two birds I had in my sights), I loved the experience. Learned alot about what not to do, and really wish I had a Dad or someone else to teach me what they know. If you have a special someone that is helping you out, show them that you appreciate them!
 
My Dad beat my Mom and forced her to run with me and my sister. We settled in the bush where she learned to hunt (with the help of the local fellows who took pity on us, I reckon) and took care of us as best she could. She's got cancer now and is in treatment. My sons and I took her shooting 2 weeks ago at our "range" and she was still able to pick off -06 cases from pine limbs at 40m. with the Cooey 750 she got me when I was 7. My sons are 4 and 7 and think she's the cat's meow. I guess I do too. I hope we can go with her again, I know my boys do.
 
My Dad died when I was 17, 48 years ago. I still miss him, and there isn't a day goes by that something about him doesn't cross my mind. He took me chicken hunting, and he would take me out to a good bush and drop me off so I could tramp around all afternoon hunting rabbits. I have his old Tobin double and his rifle, an M1917 30-06 done up by BSA. He bought me my first .22, a Model 39.

I now live in the house he built for his family in 1949. He was a very interesting man. He helped convert the Queen Mary to a troop ship in Victoria dry dock, among other things. He was a grain farmer. He lived in town, and never worked another day in the winter after he married my Mom.

Thanks Dad.
 
I grew up hunting with my father but once I left home we always lived to far apart and were too busy. He's 73 now and I'm having him out to BC to do a backcountry goat hunt with me this year. Just the thought has me excited like Christmas is coming!
 
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