This month marks the 3 year anniversary of my Grandfathers passing. He was the man who first taught my dad to hunt and fish. In time they both taught me. I loved my grandfather very much and still miss him. I now live on the land where he lived and my great grandfather before him. It's a special place in the woods. I have lots of memories of hunting with my pawpaw. I thought I would start this thread in honor of the loved ones who mentored you and turned you on to hunting. God bless!
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My Pawpaw was a hunter til the end. This was the buck he killed during his final hunting season -
My father died on my 30th b day. He had 4 boys me being the youngest and the only one who took to the wild like he did. He taught me how to hunt, run lines in the river and how to appreciate the peace and quiet of sitting under a tree at last light.
A couple weeks before he died he wanted to go run lines on the river for an overnight trip. Unlike all the trips of the past this time he let me set them all, bait them all instead of just carrying around his minno bucket. I guess he just wanted to officially pass the torch.
My kids have a couple years yet before I get them on the river for a trip like that but I hope to impress them as much as my dad did me.
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This is a poem I wrote about my Pawpaw. I posted before, but wanted to add it to this thread.
My Pawpaw,
Black and blue, up and down his arms
Busted knuckles, hands battle scarred
He worked all day, in that Texas heat
to put food on the table, and shoes on their feet
He was born back in 1930
just another kid in a dirt poor family
Life was so much different then
than it is for you and me
When he turned 19, he married my Meemaw
soon they had my mother,
YEAH, I'M TALKIN BOUT MY PAWPAW
He worked hard on those big rigs, to keep them on the road
Then he called it a career, just before the plant was sold
There were 40 years between us, but that didn't stop him at all
from making this little boy feel loved,
YEAH, I'M TALKIN BOUT MY PAWPAW
He taught me how to hunt, taught me how to fish
taught me to love Jesus, Lord I sure do wish
He were still here now, to tell me a story or two
As much as I loved him Lord, I know that You do too
I've got a million memories, that I can recall
They mean so much to me,
YEAH I'M TALKIN BOUT MY PAWPAW
I find myself getting older, as time keeps moving on
It's hard for me to believe, my kids are almost grown
Soon they'll have babies too, and I can walk in my Pawpaws shoes
Teach them how to hunt and fish, to love the Lord, and I only wish
Someday they will tell the stories, of how we had a ball
I know they'll be talkin bout me
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Lots of good memories there AC. Those memories are alive in you and you will pass them on too.Comment
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Great memorial AC!
My Grandfather passed this month also, Aug 22, 1999. He was from "The Greatest Generation". He hunted as a young man, as did his father. But my parents never let me go with him when I came of age. Even bought a new rifle when I was a teen in hopes of me going with him. He always supported me when I became old enough to go on my own. And gave me that rifle back in 1984 when I was in my mid twenties. He was my best freind. I didn't figure that out till he was gone. RIP GrandDaddy, The World's Greatest Aviator.Last edited by Texas Grown; 08-01-2014, 10:33 PM.Comment
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Good stories so far. Would love see read more about the ones that lit the fire for your passion to hunt and the great outdoorsComment
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Your grandfather sure sounded like a great influence for you!
Don't really have loved ones who taught me anything about hunting. The desire and passion I have for hunting and the outdoors was pretty much instilled in me as a young lad by Marlin Perkins. Marlin and Jim sure showed you that there is a wild kingdom out there if ya just get out there and explore!! ADVENTURE!
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Lots of stories on here about me and my pawpaw if you searched. I miss that old man like crazy. He truly was my best friend.
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I remember that deer, Jeff. Doesn't seem like 3 years have passed since Mr. Ross passed away. Miss his presence at the campfire.Originally posted by AntlerCollector View Post
My Pawpaw was a hunter til the end. This was the buck he killed during his final hunting season
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