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