October brings cooler temperatures, bow hunting and in some states Pheasant hunting. I am reminded that this fall will be the first year in four years that I will not again be hunting those beautiful, if sometimes elusive, birds with my dad.
This picture is from our trip to Mitchell, SD last fall. He was a really good shot and killed his fair share of those birds!
Someone told me that I must necessarily go through a year of “firsts.” You know, first birthday without him, first holiday, etc.
Well, this is the first hunting season without my best hunting partner. I sure miss him. But, we will meet again with the Lord.
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