This is the only hunting picture I have of the two of us. Starting around age 8-9 I would sit with him in the deer blind and we would talk real quiet to pass the time, hoping a deer might show up. These are some of my all-time favorite memories. '95 and '96 were hard winters up on "da range" in northern MN, and deer sightings were few and far between. Opening morning in '97 my dad's twin brother shot his first buck. We fanned out to look for it and I found blood, and soon the dead animal. This was the first buck I had ever seen killed by a hunter. We were all really excited and spent the rest of the weekend celebrating.
Dad would join us for three more seasons until his disability became so severe that he couldn't make it out any more. He never killed a deer in his lifetime, but that wasn't too important to him. Time spent with family and friends enjoying public land in the northwoods was a priceless treasure.