Great story, Bradley. My father introduced me to deer hunting, too. While I never went to deer camp with him, he and I did occasionally tramp through the woods to his hunting platform and then sit for what seemed like hours, eating baked bean sandwiches when we got hungry, waiting for a stag to come through. One never did, at least when I was with him. But that was OK; what mattered was just being there, together.
I love this piece. Really well done. I can feel that desire for relationship with your dad, the bond you developed, and how the snow was a recurring theme. Love it :)
Great story.
Thank you Evan!
Great story, Bradley. My father introduced me to deer hunting, too. While I never went to deer camp with him, he and I did occasionally tramp through the woods to his hunting platform and then sit for what seemed like hours, eating baked bean sandwiches when we got hungry, waiting for a stag to come through. One never did, at least when I was with him. But that was OK; what mattered was just being there, together.
Thank you Vince! Those memories re solid gold!
I love this piece. Really well done. I can feel that desire for relationship with your dad, the bond you developed, and how the snow was a recurring theme. Love it :)
Thank you, Todd. Those memories sustain us through challenging times and each time it snows, I look up to the heavens and grin like a child.
Thank you Woodsman!