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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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
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