Father Time……..

Well;

I stopped to visit my parents last night. My father is 80 years old (just turned this past month). He is as healthy as an ox, and stonger than one too.

He has decided to hang up the deer gun this year. He said it is just getting too hard. Weak eye sight, tired knees, and doesn’t like the cold anymore.

Kind of hard to swallow. Dad took me deer hunting for the first time in 1984. In 1985, I was 14 and took a very large 8pt buck that dressed out @ 245lbs. Dad was there and watched the whole show. He could of shot the buck, but just watched me unload my gun on him and luckily, the buck dropped….. We have deer hunted every year since 1984 and this is the first year I’ll be deer hunting without him.

The first years of deer hunting was dad working hard to get me setup so I got a deer. The last 5 years, was me working hard to make sure dad got his deer………My, how the tables turned!!!

The memories I shared out in the woods with my pop has made me a better man today……………

How old was your dad when he quit deer hunting?

Gary,

Sorry to hear that Dad is hanging it up!! Hopefully you can get him out with you even if he choses not to hunt.

I haven’t hunted with my dad in a several years now. I miss it a lot.

Gary,

Sorry to hear that Dad is hanging it up!! Hopefully you can get him out with you even if he choses not to hunt.

I haven’t hunted with my dad in a several years now. I miss it a lot.

I hear you, Gary. My Dad passed away in Feb and this will be my first deer hunt in 41 years without him. He was the organizer of the drives that the dozen of us or so would make and it looks like I inherited a job since there are many more followers than leaders in our group.
Enjoy the rest of your times with your Dad because time passes quickly.

I hear you, Gary. My Dad passed away in Feb and this will be my first deer hunt in 41 years without him. He was the organizer of the drives that the dozen of us or so would make and it looks like I inherited a job since there are many more followers than leaders in our group.
Enjoy the rest of your times with your Dad because time passes quickly.

Putz,

You’re absolutely right. I lost my Dad 4 years ago next month. It’s impossible to go anywhere near the boat without thinking about fishing with my Dad.

I really miss him.

Rootski

Putz,

You’re absolutely right. I lost my Dad 4 years ago next month. It’s impossible to go anywhere near the boat without thinking about fishing with my Dad.

I really miss him.

Rootski

I had a awesome childhood – as soon as school was out for the summer my father and my 3 brothers would go to Lake Owen for the entire summer. Very rarely did we miss a day of fishing for walleyes. I got a little spoiled I think. By the time I was old enough to hunt my father was pretty sick though and spent most of the hunting days in our camper cooking for his sons and waiting to hear the stories. Unfortunately he passed away while I was still a young man, but his ethics of sportsmanship have traveled with me and have been passed to his grandchildren as well. I would give anything to spend just one more day fishing or hunting with him!

I had a awesome childhood – as soon as school was out for the summer my father and my 3 brothers would go to Lake Owen for the entire summer. Very rarely did we miss a day of fishing for walleyes. I got a little spoiled I think. By the time I was old enough to hunt my father was pretty sick though and spent most of the hunting days in our camper cooking for his sons and waiting to hear the stories. Unfortunately he passed away while I was still a young man, but his ethics of sportsmanship have traveled with me and have been passed to his grandchildren as well. I would give anything to spend just one more day fishing or hunting with him!

My Dad got me started in the mid 70’s and all the memories are fantastic. Lost my Dad in 1993. But he hunted with me that year. I carried part of his ashes in my pack and we had a little ceremony in the woods to scatter them. About 20 guys from two differnt camps met on Thanksgiving Day in a snow storm and toasted him with a bottle and a one gun salute. Since then we’ve placed a marker on the site. I stop to visit every year and chat. This year we have ashes of another good friend to add. Cherish the memories guys.

My Dad got me started in the mid 70’s and all the memories are fantastic. Lost my Dad in 1993. But he hunted with me that year. I carried part of his ashes in my pack and we had a little ceremony in the woods to scatter them. About 20 guys from two differnt camps met on Thanksgiving Day in a snow storm and toasted him with a bottle and a one gun salute. Since then we’ve placed a marker on the site. I stop to visit every year and chat. This year we have ashes of another good friend to add. Cherish the memories guys.

I started Deer hunting with my Dad as soon as I passed my gun safety training, we could afford the red wools and find someone to borrow a High-powered rifle from. Thanks Grandpa!
My Dad did most of the organizing early on. He took care of the grocery list, made arrangements for where we would be camping or staying and planned the scouting trips.
Today we still all hunt together, 3 generations of Hukriede’s and the rest of the crew, 8 of us this year. My 8-year-old Niece, will be getting her first introduction to Deer hunting this year, she wants to go out in the stand with her Dad this year. The old (Dad) and the new hunters (Kids) hunt in the backyard, (Bambi Land) the more experienced of us Get to venture into the big woods. The kids have all shot their first deer out back and as they get more woods savvy have to move on to bigger area. Bob and I are just waiting for our day to come when we can hunt in the backyard again. Many nice Bucks have been shot back there.

My Dad keeps doing what it takes to hunt. After bypass surgery a few years ago he downsized to a Remington .243 for a little less recoil. Then a couple years after that it was hip surgery. He’s worked hard to be ready again this year, he had shoulder surgery in early June so he really put it to the P.T. and is almost ready again for rifle opener.
We got him a four-wheeler a few years ago, so it’s a breeze for him to get to his stand now. I keep telling him that as long as he can still gut his own deer we’ll do the rest, otherwise he gets to cook and do dishes! LOL
Like he doesn’t now.
So far he’s held up his end, so I’m hopefully looking forward to many more hunts together.
He just keeps getting rebuilt. Awe, modern medicine!!!
At this rate he’ll live forever, we can only hope.

I started Deer hunting with my Dad as soon as I passed my gun safety training, we could afford the red wools and find someone to borrow a High-powered rifle from. Thanks Grandpa!
My Dad did most of the organizing early on. He took care of the grocery list, made arrangements for where we would be camping or staying and planned the scouting trips.
Today we still all hunt together, 3 generations of Hukriede’s and the rest of the crew, 8 of us this year. My 8-year-old Niece, will be getting her first introduction to Deer hunting this year, she wants to go out in the stand with her Dad this year. The old (Dad) and the new hunters (Kids) hunt in the backyard, (Bambi Land) the more experienced of us Get to venture into the big woods. The kids have all shot their first deer out back and as they get more woods savvy have to move on to bigger area. Bob and I are just waiting for our day to come when we can hunt in the backyard again. Many nice Bucks have been shot back there.

My Dad keeps doing what it takes to hunt. After bypass surgery a few years ago he downsized to a Remington .243 for a little less recoil. Then a couple years after that it was hip surgery. He’s worked hard to be ready again this year, he had shoulder surgery in early June so he really put it to the P.T. and is almost ready again for rifle opener.
We got him a four-wheeler a few years ago, so it’s a breeze for him to get to his stand now. I keep telling him that as long as he can still gut his own deer we’ll do the rest, otherwise he gets to cook and do dishes! LOL
Like he doesn’t now.
So far he’s held up his end, so I’m hopefully looking forward to many more hunts together.
He just keeps getting rebuilt. Awe, modern medicine!!!
At this rate he’ll live forever, we can only hope.