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Times of old and time you cant get back.

Posted on 7/10/23 at 11:12 pm
Posted by Taxman2010
In The Woods
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Posted on 7/10/23 at 11:12 pm
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Posted by Outdoorreb
Member since Oct 2019
2629 posts
Posted on 7/10/23 at 11:25 pm to
As someone that lost his father at a relatively early age,24. Just make sure you know that he knows how much you love and appreciate him. That is my regrets. I had voicemails from him that I didn’t listen to for about a year after he passed away. I was scared to listen to them.
Worst part was that some of them were him just checking in on me to make sure I was home safe and sound.
I couldn’t, and still can’t remember if I ever returned those calls. It haunts me that we drove past each other, while talking on the phone, the last day he was here. If I could go back in time and tell him to pull over, I would, but I can’t.

Just make sure he knows
Posted by bonescanner
Member since Oct 2011
2525 posts
Posted on 7/11/23 at 8:56 am to
Same,
I lost my Dad when I was 20. We were best friends. I dont really have any regrets as we were close and he knew I loved him. The only time that stands out was on the way home from a fishing trip and I had him drop me off at a station to meet my girlfriend. I could tell he wanted to hang out with me the rest of the day, but the poon wins every time. He was the best. Miss him 25 years later like it was yesterday.
Posted by greenbean
USAF Retired - 31 years
Member since Feb 2019
5703 posts
Posted on 7/11/23 at 9:11 am to
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poon wins every time


undefeated throughout history.
Posted by jchamil
Member since Nov 2009
17947 posts
Posted on 7/11/23 at 10:09 am to
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As someone that lost his father at a relatively early age,24. Just make sure you know that he knows how much you love and appreciate him. That is my regrets. I had voicemails from him that I didn’t listen to for about a year after he passed away. I was scared to listen to them.


Pretty similar. I was 23. My dad called me but I was drinking beer on the porch with my law school roommate and thought I'd call him in the morning. Left a message about going for his first round of chemo in the morning and how he was ready to fight this. Got a call at 4:30 a.m. and drove 100+ mph to get to the hospital 1.5 hours away, but pulled up to his best friend waiting on me at the door to say it was too late.

He knew I loved him, but I wish I had answered the phone that night.
Posted by bluemoons
the marsh
Member since Oct 2012
5772 posts
Posted on 7/11/23 at 10:19 am to
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As someone that lost his father at a relatively early age,24.


I can relate to that. My dad passed away in February of this year (I was 32). He struggled with an illness over the latter 7-8 years of his life and it got pretty physically limiting over the last couple of years. We always fished together but he got to the point where he didn't like to go, whether it was because he felt like he was a burden to me, or he actually physically struggled with it, I'll never know. He also didn't like to wake up early which was kind of a deal breaker for me with certain types of fishing.

I don't have any real regrets about the situation per se, but I do wish I would've explored that more and pushed him, been more patient, or made a better effort to accommodate him so he would go more often. It was one of the only things he did that really made him happy and one of the only things we had in common throughout the latter part of his life.

I'll just echo always making sure those that you care about know it.
Posted by JohnDoe00
Houston, TX
Member since Feb 2019
884 posts
Posted on 7/11/23 at 1:01 pm to
Lost my dad at 14. Even at that young of an age I can think back to conversations I regret and things I wish I wouldve done differently. That was a long time ago. Now I am just happy I was blessed to have a dad that loved me unconditionally and taught me everything he could in a short amount of time.
Posted by Silent Death
Southwest Mississippi
Member since Nov 2014
263 posts
Posted on 7/11/23 at 1:54 pm to
All of them
Posted by LSURoss
Dragon Believer
Member since Dec 2007
16119 posts
Posted on 7/11/23 at 3:59 pm to
Just called my dad to tell him I love him.
Posted by HeadyMurphey
Los Santos
Member since Jan 2008
17244 posts
Posted on 7/11/23 at 6:58 pm to
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Lost my dad at 14. Even at that young of an age I can think back to conversations I regret and things I wish I wouldve done differently. That was a long time ago.


I was 8 when mine passed, don't remember much other than fishing trips.

To flip this thread, it taught me to be there for my son as much as possible. He is only 10 now, but I purposely spend as much time as possible with him, probably to a fault. My biggest fear is if I will have taught him enough and created enough great memories when my time comes.
Posted by Arbengal
Louisiana
Member since Sep 2008
3217 posts
Posted on 7/11/23 at 7:07 pm to
I can identify with this sentiment. Lost mine relatively young myself. I have made it a point to teach them as much as possible as young as possible. They probably get tired of the endless advice, and I have tried to slack off in the last couple of years, but I have a horror of them not being prepared like I was. Goes with the territory.
Posted by The Levee
Bat Country
Member since Feb 2006
11482 posts
Posted on 7/11/23 at 7:36 pm to
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Pretty similar. I was 23. My dad called me but I was drinking beer on the porch with my law school roommate and thought I'd call him in the morning. Left a message about going for his first round of chemo in the morning and how he was ready to fight this. Got a call at 4:30 a.m. and drove 100+ mph to get to the hospital 1.5 hours away, but pulled up to his best friend waiting on me at the door to say it was too late. He knew I loved him, but I wish I had answered the phone that night.


This is heartbreaking. As a father now, I get an eerie feeling every time I tell my boys goodbye for the day.

My dad passed when I was seven. I was playing video games when he left the house and barley told him goodbye. Never saw him alive again.

I do remember things though.

Hunting with daddy every morning before school in Westminister/Pine Park by the neighborhood pool. We would use my red Ryder and shoot anything that we could. Red Robin’s, blue jays, didn’t matter. Lol. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t resist seeing my eyes light up.

I remember walking in the hills of Wilkinson county on early December mornings. He had forfeited the hunt by bringing a six year old, but he was ready. We would stop every 100 steps to eat a snack. I remember Jimmy Dean biscuits wrapped in paper towels. Still warm.

I can even remember his voice. He died 32 years ago. I just surpassed him in age last year.
Posted by LPLGTiger
Member since May 2013
2184 posts
Posted on 7/11/23 at 7:55 pm to
My grandpa passed back when I was 16. Some of the best memories of being in the woods was with him. As far back as I can remember. When I’d go to my grandparents house during winter he’d be waiting for me with his double barrel and we would head out. Now that I’m older I realize it’s just a barbed wire fence, small field, and a canal lined with oaks. But at 10 years old it felt like we were roughing it hunting wood ducks and squirrels. June was 15 years since he passed. I haven’t visited those memories in too long. Thank you for this thread. This bourbon in my glass is for him.
Posted by pdubya76
Sw Ms
Member since Mar 2012
6375 posts
Posted on 7/11/23 at 9:02 pm to
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The Levee


Sounds like you had a great dad that loved you very much. It makes me sad to see kids lose a parent at a young age/
Posted by The Levee
Bat Country
Member since Feb 2006
11482 posts
Posted on 7/11/23 at 9:08 pm to
Just watched an old video of my dad being interviewed by Pat Shingleton on Hotline After Dark. Man those were the good old days in BR. So much ambition and hope. Men weren’t scared to start a business and have a few beers after work.

I still miss my dad and I hardly knew him. He wasn’t even from Woodville, he was from Aberdeen. He loved my mom’s side of the family and the property so much, we buried him there. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about him and relay that love to my boys. I believe his death had a purpose, and it’s just that…so that I could scatter our family name three times with three boys. A restart to our name.

I was the last of our name just four years ago.

Just texted my stepdad to tell him that I love him too. No response lol.
Posted by The Levee
Bat Country
Member since Feb 2006
11482 posts
Posted on 7/11/23 at 9:10 pm to
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My grandpa passed back when I was 16. Some of the best memories of being in the woods was with him. As far back as I can remember. When I’d go to my grandparents house during winter he’d be waiting for me with his double barrel and we would head out. Now that I’m older I realize it’s just a barbed wire fence, small field, and a canal lined with oaks. But at 10 years old it felt like we were roughing it hunting wood ducks and squirrels. June was 15 years since he passed. I haven’t visited those memories in too long. Thank you for this thread. This bourbon in my glass is for him.


This is a great story. You better do the same with your kids and grandkids!
Posted by jchamil
Member since Nov 2009
17947 posts
Posted on 7/11/23 at 10:33 pm to
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This is heartbreaking. As a father now, I get an eerie feeling every time I tell my boys goodbye for the day.

My dad passed when I was seven. I was playing video games when he left the house and barley told him goodbye. Never saw him alive again.

I do remember things though.


My boys are 6 and 4, sometimes I catch myself thinking if they're old enough to remember me if something happened to me tomorrow.

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I remember walking in the hills of Wilkinson county on early December mornings. He had forfeited the hunt by bringing a six year old, but he was ready.


Sounds like a real man.

My first time to go deer hunting with my dad I was either 5 or 6. After sitting in the stand for an hour I wanted to leave; he said ok and started to pack up. I told him I knew how to get back to the house, and he said just follow the road and don't stray. When I came up on the chicken house and was close enough to see the back of the actual house, I thought I would take a short cut through some brush and a tree line to get there quicker. I ended up getting my coveralls tangled up and caught in some briars and couldn't move. Started screaming, about 2 minutes later my dad comes running up (I can still picture him in his coveralls with his rifle slung over his shoulder hauling arse). He was so worried, then pissed, then laughing his arse off at me
This post was edited on 7/11/23 at 10:36 pm
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