It was with great sorrow that I received the news this weekend. My parents have sold thier home in the country and have decided to move to town. As I was grwoing up, my father had only one rifle for hnting, a Winchester '94 .30-30. Being the oldest,I have been told that this rifle was to be passed to me upon the death of my father. This was understood (my two younger brothers were to get his .22 and shotgun) throughout our lives. I am perfectly prepared to wait for this rifle to enter my possession.
However, this weekend, I was informed that my father, at the age of 77, has decided that due to health and age-related mobility issues, once he moves to town, he will no longer hunt. This is indeed sad news. My father has hunted my entire life. Fond memories still linger in my mind's eye of him preparing to go hunting, bring home a successful kill, or coming home empty-handed, skunked for the day. I remember him taking me on my first hunt when I was old enough to get a tag. He gave me my first gun, single shot 20ga. Many rabbits, grouse, crows, and even a few deer fell to that gun. Throughout my teens, hunting provided most of the meat to a family with three growing boys. For a few years, we were able to get 4 tags a year in our household. There was good eating those years, although we never lacked for a meal otherwise.
Now that era will end. Although I have not hunted with my father in the past 12 years (he is in NS, and I am in AB), the chance still existed. Only one brother hunts still, My nephews do not hunt, only one of my sons hunts. I have helped men in theri 60's start hunting (or take it back up again) and I have taken out several young men to get them started. Please tell me that others are doing this as well to keep our sport alive.
I know there are older guys here than me, so someone, please, tell me that I have more than 25 years left before I, too, have to hang up my guns? Hunting and shooting are my favourite hobbies and I must say that I am somewhat depressed this morning to know that it will end much more quickly than I want it to. If the past 50 went by this fast, the next 25 will be a blink. This is not really how I wanted to inherit this rifle. I figured, another 20 years would go buy before it happened.
However, this weekend, I was informed that my father, at the age of 77, has decided that due to health and age-related mobility issues, once he moves to town, he will no longer hunt. This is indeed sad news. My father has hunted my entire life. Fond memories still linger in my mind's eye of him preparing to go hunting, bring home a successful kill, or coming home empty-handed, skunked for the day. I remember him taking me on my first hunt when I was old enough to get a tag. He gave me my first gun, single shot 20ga. Many rabbits, grouse, crows, and even a few deer fell to that gun. Throughout my teens, hunting provided most of the meat to a family with three growing boys. For a few years, we were able to get 4 tags a year in our household. There was good eating those years, although we never lacked for a meal otherwise.
Now that era will end. Although I have not hunted with my father in the past 12 years (he is in NS, and I am in AB), the chance still existed. Only one brother hunts still, My nephews do not hunt, only one of my sons hunts. I have helped men in theri 60's start hunting (or take it back up again) and I have taken out several young men to get them started. Please tell me that others are doing this as well to keep our sport alive.
I know there are older guys here than me, so someone, please, tell me that I have more than 25 years left before I, too, have to hang up my guns? Hunting and shooting are my favourite hobbies and I must say that I am somewhat depressed this morning to know that it will end much more quickly than I want it to. If the past 50 went by this fast, the next 25 will be a blink. This is not really how I wanted to inherit this rifle. I figured, another 20 years would go buy before it happened.


















































