as i sit here at 30 years old, when i was a kid i can remember the times sitting down with my grandfather looking at his old duck stamps he kept, his seasonal log book he kept records of who killed what at whichever blinds. listening to the old stories of him and his friends in the marsh and offshore trips. how they used carry ducks out the marsh draped over push poles to the breaking point, to catch tarpon out of cameron, etc.
next are the memories of my dad carrying me on his back through the marsh to the blind. me shooting decoys with my BB gun, shooting my first duck with my dad with his crack barrel .410 his dad gave him, my first youth model 870, etc.
i will be bringing a little one into this world at the end of september, and i cannot wait to share these memories with him/her. i just hope one day that he/she will cherish the stories from his/her grandfather one day as i did.
the moments shared with family in the outdoors are like no other.
P.S. great picture man.
|