It was a cold day, and we were up at 4am to go out to the hunting property. We met up with dad's friend Jimmy at the Dunkin Donuts before heading there. We all climbed out of the trucks and began walking towards our tree stands. I was only 6 or 7 at the time, … Continue reading First Rifle Hunt
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Ground blind hunting
I don't remember when it was, but my dad got this idea for the two of us to sit behind some camouflaged netting at the old farm where he hunted. He set netting around a bunch of trees so that we could walk in and sit at a pinch point. We sat on some buckets … Continue reading Ground blind hunting
My Son Needs My Help
The eight months after my father's death were some of the worst months of my life. While outwardly I would portray everything is fine while adjusting to new roles and responsibilites, grief was like barbed wire around my heart. My father was and still is my best friend, and he's still counted as one of … Continue reading My Son Needs My Help
A Son’s Final Orders
There are things you talk about with your parents, some being the wishes or ideas they have. I was given mine. Order number one. Cremation. My father wanted to be cremated, so he could have his ashes spread at Garden Island Lodge and the Farm. In the end, when Mom goes, she will be holding … Continue reading A Son’s Final Orders
Is it dad?
So last night I had a dream. I dreamed I was at the farm, I was working on setting up mock scrapes and licking branches and just overall work on the land. Almost instantly deer were showing up and hitting the licking branches and just walking around and eating with no problems. I woke up … Continue reading Is it dad?
March 21, 2022
This day will forever live in my life and not for a good way, but I need to write this down so that I don't forget this. I'm going to continue adding things down the road for different ideas, and different hunting aspects, but I'm going to start adding stories here for another reason and … Continue reading March 21, 2022
Fremoc aka Dave 