Great memories fishing/hunting with parents or kids....

The ONLY time I have ever heard my Dad drop the F bomb was when we were rabbit hunting when I was about 14. Me and my brother looked at each other in amazement. That was over 20 yes ago and I still remember it like it was yesterday.

I remember shooting my first deer. I was 10. My dad and I were in a stand together. Blasted the doe with a slug from 20 yds. I was just not that excited, but my dad was going nuts. He was so pumped up. I was excited when we got to drag it out the marsh and got blood on my face at the house.

My Grandpa used to have the best deer dogs in Jackson Parish. I killed my first buck in front of em when I was 11 yrs. young, standing on the black top 2 miles south of the Chatham Cemetary on Hwy #4 Those were the days. Single barrel 12 gauge.

I think I've shared this on here before...

But my dad and I were at ends all throughout high school... Too similar, I guess. When I got into college some of that kind of melted away. My dad and I have the same birthday, so for our birthday one year I got us a guided trip to Lake Fork. The night before, staying at the little marina motel, I told my dad for the first time that I was proud of him and how much I cared about him. (He built himself up from nothing, not getting into all of that here.)

So the next day we didn't really catch much. In fact, my dad didn't catch anything. I caught 4 I think, largest being a 5-3. The look on his face when I lipped that fish said it all.

We won't go there.

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He spent most of his time getting us un-hung, or baiting hooks. He would get cranky near the end...

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I did a lot of this yesterday, but when all was said and done, I wouldn't trade it for anything. It was all about the quality time!

I remember fishing for the first time with my future (now ex) father in law, a staunch Southern Baptist. A 6 foot cottonmouth fell off a branch (horizontal to the bank) and into the boat, and the litany of curse words out of my mouth may have scared the snake out of the boat.

Fishin Belle River w/ my dad and uncle my dad tells me cast down that bank and you'll catch one. I did and caught about a three pound bass on a white/chart spinnerbait. I was about six years old, that was my first bass and I've had the fever ever since.

I am one of three.

We had some amazing hunts in an elevated duck blind in Madison parish.

I will always remember when we were at another hole in Madison, a pothole that was absolutely covered in ducks. It was all four of us and an uncle. I was 9 or 10.

First daylight, we had ducks EVERYWHERE...probably 200 circling....just waiting and waiting for a big group to get right. I dont know what came over me, but I had a single swing in front of me....and I stand up and BOOM, my one shot from my crack barrel 16 gauge.

The look on my Dads face was priceless, half WTF and half 'thats my boy'. Probably one of those you had to be there stories, but it was funny.

I came from a conservative house, not much drinking, etc. When I was aobut 18, my Dad and brother went over to Tensas deer hunting. We finished up, and my Dad told my brother "lets pull in for some biscuits" I was shocked to see Pops walk out with a six pack and toss me one. I had arrived. Hell, I had never seen my Dad drink a beer till then. Whole new world!