re: Your favorite grandpa/daddy hunting story

My 10yo son and I took our 83yo neighbor “Duke” on a dove hunt. We helped him get to a spot under a small shade tree. We had scouted the field and knew most of the birds were keying on that tree in the middle of the otherwise barren plowed field.
The doves started flying shortly after we got him situated with his chair, ice chest, game bag, 3 boxes of shells and his double barreled 12ga Parker.
My son and I quickly got our limits from a safe distance away. We spent the rest of the hunt trying to help Duke find, see and shoot at birds without being shot. We would call to him from behind the protection of a small hill.
Long story short, that old man had the time of his life. He would take a long sip, laugh, drop his half full beer, raise his shotgun and pull both barrels each time we directed him to an incoming bird.
He burned through every shell he brought, all the shells i had left and never touched a feather.
We could hear him still laughing as we approached him after all was quiet.
We cleaned up the area around him, sat down, cracked open a beer for each of us and watched the beautiful sunset till dark recalling the events of the hunt.
He put his arm over my son’s shoulder as we walked out and thanked us repeatedly for most fun hunt he had ever been on.
Duke passed away a few months later. My son and often relive that hunt and our dear friend Duke :(
My son is now the proud owner of Duke’s 12ga double barreled Parker.