re: Your favorite grandpa/daddy hunting story

Got one from my first hunt and first deer with my dad.

I was seven when my parents divorced so on weekends when my dad would get us, my younger brother kept us from going as he was still too young. Opening day after my 9th birthday, my brother had a football game on that Saturday so me and my dad sat in a big box stand overlooking a road between two stands of planted pines. About 30 minutes before dark, out steps a spike. I was still a bit too small to shoot my dad’s 30-06 so he was looking over my shoulder, lining up the shot through the scope with me on the trigger. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get the rifle shouldered correctly and as soon as the gun went off, it flew off my shoulder and the scope put a 1/2 inch gash above my dad’s eye.

We both went home with blood on our faces that day. Even now he’s still prouder than a rutting buck when people ask him about that scar.