First Hunting Story

My first time hunting with my dad must have been in 1993 or ‘94. Dad said he was going hunting and I said I wanted to go. I remember changing into warm clothes and getting in the family van we had at the time. It was bow season and dad was in full camo; he … Continue reading First Hunting Story

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

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