If you could give anything for....

[iccyman001]

once last memory to be lived again with hunting, what would it be?


Will made a great post today and I immediately related to it in my own way. He mentioned how he would give anything to have an after hunt breakfast with his grandma again.



We all have so many memories from growing up and with our hunting experiences, so what would you give anything for to just do one more time.



As some of you know I was raised on hunting up deep in the North Maine Woods. We went up as a family and would tent camp in the coldest parts of November. I would give anything to have one more hunt with the original crew.

As you know, people get older and friendships don\'t always stand strong. The crew used to be about 15-20 people and is now down to maybe 8 tops.

I\'d give anything for one more hunt with all of the old guys, my grandfathers amazing cooking, to hear the stories one more time, and relive all of those memories.


So what is your pick?

 

[cnelk]

I remember when this pic was taken - circa 1968

Just one more hunt... with my dad

He has been gone almost 15 years now. He taught me so much about hunting and the outdoors.
We didnt end on a high note, as his way way different than mine and we didnt see eye to eye, as some father/sons do.
But that doesnt take away the memories.

Just one more hunt Dad

 

[bnsafe]

my daughters first turkey kill. she was 8 yrs old and the turkey came strutting in to about 5 yds. she wouldnt shoot and i kept telling her to. finally he took off running and she shot and killed him. it was amazing.
and a good weekend quail hunting with the dogs.

 

[iccyman001]

That bow is bigger than you were Brad :upthumb:

 

[cohunter14]

I would have one more camp with my grandfather in it. He is still alive, but unfortunately can\'t deal with the altitude anymore. Having him around always made camp a good time (not that it isn\'t now). I\'ll never forget sitting around camp and playing cards, listening to Patsy Cline, Merle Haggard, or Keith Whitley at his request. Still have to turn those on at camp every once in awhile just for the memory.

 

[elky McElkerson]

i miss my stepdad. he was a bird hunting fool.

i\'d give anything to call a turkey to him. he never experienced that kind of excitement.

he taught me how to wingshoot. doves, quail and ducks. i kinda left all that behind and only hunt big game and turkey..
i think a big tom coming in would unglue his sensibilites.

cancer got him. (and my dad-dad)

 

[Swede]

I would love to have another hunt with my dad and brother. Dad has been gone for well over twenty years now, and my brother is not in good shape to hunt, but I have fond memories of hunting the Wallowa country with them. As luck would have it, I always got the big buck, and was the hero for the day. That part means so little now, and I would give a lot to go with them again, young and dumb. I would root for my dad and brother to get the big ones just for the camaraderie. They sure rooted for me.

 

[Deertick]

I\'d sure like to see my lab, Klay, get birdy and put one more rooster up for me.

Watching a dog enjoy the pure joy of bringing a rooster back in mouth after pushing it into the sky is itself a joy rarely matched.

Klay grew a tumor shortly after we moved to WY. The surgeon said we could try to remove it, or put her down. I couldn\'t put her down, and we handed over the credit card. The tumor was removed, and sent for pathology. On post-op day number 5, a friend called and said he had some birds bought at a nearby game farm and wondered if I wanted to come along.

It was one last hunt for Klay. Still with staples in her abdomen, she walked along with us, and put up 11 birds and retrieved 10. The hunting was mediocre because these were all pen-raised birds, and yet it was one of the best days ever with her!

We expected her to survive a month or so, but then came a phone call: The pathologist said the tumor was benign!

She did live long enough to get another terminal disease, but not long enough to have another day like that. I sure wish we could.

 

[otcWill]

Really great thread, Dan. I love to hear these types of stories, really makes me feel like I know all of you. I am blessed to be able to hunt with my dad at least once a year and this makes aware of just how lucky I am. I killed a bunch of critters last year but this is the only thing I\'ll put on my wall forever. Me, Dad, and his best friend Louie with the smallest thing I chased all year. Life is Good

 

[mainebrdr]

Brad, that bow you\'re holding looks like a Bear Grizzly. That was the first bow I went deer hunting with, and no I wasn\'t doing the retro thing. Bought it new for 25 bucks. Still have it.

I would like to be able to go on one more Prairie Chicken hunt with my Father-in-Law. He is gone now and the chickens almost are as well. Opening morning of Prairie Chicken season would always find us sitting in a fence row between miles of prairie stretching east into the Flint Hills of eastern Kansas and a small milo field outside of Wonsevue. The chickens would come gliding over in large flocks just as it would start to get light. Usually a person could hear the sound before you could see them. Their flight speed was extremely deceptive. What fun. It was a family tradition.

 

[OldMan]

Of course......... hunt with my dad.