re: Your favorite grandpa/daddy hunting story

When I was 14 my dad and I joined a hunting club in Mississippi. We were both fairly new to hunting. One Saturday morning while hunting about 80 yards apart he shoots at a small buck. We were dog hunting but the deer had stopped and he missed with a 12 gauge. The deer runs toward me and he yells “here he comes”. He comes by me hauling arse. I unloaded and dropped him. My first deer. Later that evening we go back to the same spot and he killed his first deer. A doe. Later that night he had a massive heart attack. He was 42. He survived and we made many more hunts together. He passes 7 years ago but he did get to see my daughter kill her first