Favorite outdoor memory with your dad....

Killing my first deer ranks pretty high up there. Spending a week in Montana trout fishing is a good one as well. We did that 2 summers in a row.

I still vividly remember all the times spent in the outdoors with dad while growing up. They are probably the clearest of all my childhood memories.

What about all the trips to Point Aux Chenes?

canoeing the Suwannee river every spring break from
1975-1987. my dads best friend that always went with us son died the summer of 88 and we never went again

Dad told me last yr that he wanted to canoe all of the major named springs (aprox 30) before he dies..

I have plans for us to hit 6 of them starting next yr

I pissed in my pants once when I was younger and we were squirrel hunting. Couldn't get the buttons undone on my camo pants in time. Dad gave me a piggy back later after I tired of walking and as the now cold piss soaked through his shirt he asked " did you piss yourself or is tht just the cold". Deep down I think he already knew the answer but he didnt mind carrying my pissy arse through those woods.

Eta: him being with me killing my first deer and our ongoing fishing trips. I guide him in fresh water and he guides me in saltwater

When I was a really little guy, my dad had an old mobile home parked in some woods between a man-made lake and a creek. We'd go out there every month or so and spend a couple nights...fish for little bream all day.

Running trot lines for wood ducks using 10# mono with bream hooks baited using green giant nibblet corn.

If I have a son I will not teach him all of the outdoor tricks I was taught.

Two questions

1) Is it legal?

2) Do you catch a lot?

Not legal but I figured it was ok to mention since the would be defendant is deceased.

Answer #2: it's illegal for a reason

Don't really have one in particular. We hunt together all the time though.

We farm and had a pretty good moment yesterday. We're in the middle of wheat harvest here, and he's cut a lot of wheat over the years around here and out in OK, KS, CO, WY, SD, and MT. I was on the combine yesterday and we moved to a new field. I called him and said, "Where are you, and what's the best wheat you've ever cut?" He said he was at the shop and cut some that made 95 bushles/acre a long time ago in Kansas. I told him, "Well, you need to come ride for a few minutes." When he got there I just moved over and let him run the combine for a little while, and I rode with him. He never runs the combine anymore. That's my job now... Anyway, It was making about 100. At the end of it he just said, "This is unbelievable."

I get mad at him sometimes, we don't always see eye to eye (new school/old school), and I've been in a pretty sorry mood lately that has nothing to do with work, but I really enjoyed just getting to ride with the man that taught me most of what I know about farming for a little while and let him enjoy do something that he doesn't do much anymore.

I don't even know if that counts as an outdoor memory, but whatever.