re: Your favorite grandpa/daddy hunting story

My favorite is my first time squirrel hunting with my Dad. By that, I mean the first time I was allowed to carry a gun. I had been with him a couple times but had never actually hunted, just followed him around.

Well when I turned six he let me carry his old bolt action .22, a Stevens 66-B. For a six year old kid that gun gets heavy after a while.

I traipsed after him all morning, me with the .22 and him with his old Lefever Arms 12 gauge double barrel. He got a few squirrels and then decided I should get a chance to shoot. There was a squirrel's nest in a tree so he helped me set up and shoot at it.

Nothing was in the nest, but I will never forget it. I can still picture the whole thing in my mind's eye, 52 years later.