Growing up in an avid outdoors family; I have been hunting and fishing for most of my life. Last season was my first in over 15 years and I wound up eating tag soup. I forgot everything I learned when I was younger. My grandfather was the quintessential avid hunter but he passed before I had the opportunity to learn and hunt with him. Last season I wore his dog tags from WWII hoping that would bring me some luck. This season I am going to bring along a couple photos of him with animals that he harvested. It is my way of hunting with my grandpa. My mom believes he will be there helping me fill my tags this year.
When I put that deer on the ground this year I know my grandpa will be there in spirit smiling and proud.
I am wondering if there are any others who have similar stories that they would like to share?
