re: Your favorite grandpa/daddy hunting story

My Papaw lived in Dardanelle, AR his whole life. We’d make trips up there for turkey hunts in the spring time. I still remember one particular hunt I went on with him. We didn’t see crap but I kept telling him to let me know when to “freeze.” He only told me to freeze a couple times when something small made noise in the grass. I still think those times hunting with him were some of my favorite even if we didn’t see squat.

I think the first deer I killed with my dad May have been one of his favorite hunts ever. St Francisville, back in the early 2000s sometime - big ole doe came out alone at about 120 yards. Made a bad gut shot on her and was disappointed. We went back to camp and borrowed a fellow hunter’s dog. The dog immediately found my deer and dad was thrilled. I’ll never forget that hunt.

I’m hoping he can introduce my future kids to the outdoors and create some memories with them. Can’t wait for that day.