After fourteen years of me being the one setting up the hunts and coaching my son he's now started wearing my shoes. My shoes!! He planned and set up our wilderness back pack muley hunt in eastern Oregon this past fall. He's suggesting to me where to find our elk....and he's the one who told me to calm down after missing a seemingly easy shot and missing my elk after days on end trying to find one. And, following his advise and keeping me confidant we'd get on the herd again only to have him be the one whispering in my ear...wait for it to turn broadside dad and squeeze..... I actually had the hand jitters while I notched my tag. And maybe a watery eye. I think I raised a hunter.
