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Fondest outdoor memory with your dad

Posted on 6/12/14 at 11:38 pm
Posted by lsuson
Metairie
Member since Oct 2013
12192 posts
Posted on 6/12/14 at 11:38 pm
My dad is up in Heaven, but he taught me well to respect the outdoors. I'll always remember having butterflies the night before going fishing with him. He always took me fishing no matter how many times I would tangle the line in my spinning reel. When I wasn't catching he would pass over a rod with a fish on except when it was big lol
Posted by 15sammy34
Auburn, AL
Member since Oct 2011
16137 posts
Posted on 6/13/14 at 12:04 am to
When he called in my first turkey
Posted by ZacAttack
The Land Mass
Member since Oct 2012
6416 posts
Posted on 6/13/14 at 12:13 am to
I was 8 or 9, fishing our 2 acre farm pond that my Pow Pow had built, had a 5 pounder crush a rubber frog. My first bass to even sniff the 5 lb mark. One of the biggest bass to ever come out of that pond, still hanging on the wall. Not sure if I or my dad was the most excited.
Posted by Fight4LSU
Kenner
Member since Jul 2005
9756 posts
Posted on 6/13/14 at 12:19 am to
Watching my dad boil crawfish while he let me play with a live one. God I miss my dad!
Posted by TinCupTiger
In The Fairway
Member since May 2014
573 posts
Posted on 6/13/14 at 3:02 am to
Going crabbing down in Cocodrie. Good times man. Glad he's still around. We play alot of golf together nowadays. Taking him fishing in Florida soon. He's always wanted to go so Ima surprise him with a guided trip, renting a nice cabin, the whole nine. It will still never repay him for what he's done for me.

Here's to you Pops
Posted by MrCoachKlein
Member since Sep 2010
10302 posts
Posted on 6/13/14 at 4:33 am to
Shooting a limit of woodcock with my brother and dad the morning after LSU beat Illinois in the Sugar Bowl; watching those shorthairs in the LA snow that morning was a thing of beauty.
Posted by greasemonkey
Macclenny Fl aka south JAWJA
Member since Aug 2012
2765 posts
Posted on 6/13/14 at 5:43 am to
Canoeing on the St Marys River, hunting ducks and squirrels.
Riding the woods in an old Willys Jeep pickup.
Shooting hundreds of rounds through a Smith and Wesson Model 66.
Couldn't pick just one
Posted by BAMAisDIESEL09
Member since Jul 2012
2658 posts
Posted on 6/13/14 at 6:05 am to
When my dad handed me an axe for the first time... I was 11.

He smiled and said "get to work"
This post was edited on 6/13/14 at 6:06 am
Posted by oleyeller
Vols, Bitch
Member since Oct 2012
32021 posts
Posted on 6/13/14 at 6:52 am to
I love spending time with my dad. I enjoy the truck rides to our hunting/fishing expeditions better than the actual event. I enjoy talking and sharing things with each other and just being able to spend time with hin. We tell each other every day "i love you" and im 31yrs old.. I will tell him i love you until the day we are gone.
Posted by dpark
Northeast LA
Member since Feb 2011
941 posts
Posted on 6/13/14 at 6:59 am to
Watching him sit on the back of the truck with his cup of coffee and 410 double barrel in hand listening to our beagles run rabbits. He didn't care about shooting anything at that point just about listening to the dogs. When one of us boys would shoot at a rabbit and miss he would let out the loudest bellowing laugh. I've been blessed to have such a great man in my life. He's taught me everything ii know about the outdoors and how to be a good man in general. I love you dad
Posted by 4LSU2
Member since Dec 2009
37333 posts
Posted on 6/13/14 at 7:11 am to
Too many to choose from:
First deer kill with him in the stand
First bow kill with him in a tree a few hundred yards away. My first bow kill was before his first bow kill. I was 14 and it was awesome!!
Him teaching me to drive on hunting trips at 11.
The time he ran us under a tree top on the Ouachita River and he came face to face with a moccasin and it fell in the boat.
The time we caught a huge wave on Bussey and sunk the boat at the Wind Row.
Really, every single outing with him has been enjoyable and greatly appreciated.

I booked a hunt in Kentucky for us this year and can't wait to spend a few days with him on that trip.
Posted by specchaser
lafayette
Member since Feb 2008
2588 posts
Posted on 6/13/14 at 7:29 am to
same here. My dad's been gone awhile but those memories of fishing together are priceless.
Posted by Putty
Member since Oct 2003
25486 posts
Posted on 6/13/14 at 7:29 am to
Emptying the nets on my grandfather's trawler as a kid with dad, brother, cousins, uncles and grandfather.
Posted by 4WHLN
Drinking at the Cottage Inn
Member since Mar 2013
7581 posts
Posted on 6/13/14 at 7:30 am to
Wow to many to list but Camping on the Pearl and Bogue Chitto rivers and mud ridding behind our house are a couple that I will never forget.
Posted by Purple Spoon
Hoth
Member since Feb 2005
17835 posts
Posted on 6/13/14 at 7:35 am to
Lost our hunting lease. Mad and frustrated we asked a lady my dad worked with to let us hunt what was basically her back yard next to a small river about a mile out of town. She was very nice about it but we wern't expecting to a deer at all.

We killed 5 deer and two 8 points that season.
Posted by FelicianaTigerfan
Comanche County
Member since Aug 2009
26059 posts
Posted on 6/13/14 at 7:50 am to
2 instantly come to mind

The time I pissed on his back while squirrel hunting


And me killing my first deer


Posted by oleyeller
Vols, Bitch
Member since Oct 2012
32021 posts
Posted on 6/13/14 at 7:50 am to
quote:

Pearl and Bogue Chitto


where u from? you must live near me
Posted by OTIS2
NoLA
Member since Jul 2008
50127 posts
Posted on 6/13/14 at 8:01 am to
No one particular memory...all the fishing and hunting we did. All the gut wrenching, blister busting , character building slave labor farm work he had me do...
Posted by tigersownall
Thibodaux
Member since Sep 2011
15329 posts
Posted on 6/13/14 at 8:23 am to
This thread gives me the feels. About to call my daddy up.

Posted by Ole Geauxt
KnowLa.
Member since Dec 2007
50880 posts
Posted on 6/13/14 at 8:29 am to
I don't really remember too much about it, but I guess my most appreciative moment would have to be when he put a rope around my boots and spurs, got back on his horse, pulled me out of the mud to our wash rack, hosed me off, gave me mouth to mouth and beat the shite out of my heart. Onlookers said it was a pretty exciting time at the Geauxt pen. Undoubtedly, I started breathing and beating?
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