“I was able to hunt a few days during Indiana’s opener with my grandpa, which I look forward to every year. It’s a good nine-hour drive but it’s something I look forward to every year. My Grandpa is pushing 80 now and from the looks of him he has plenty more seasons ahead of him. He trained me from the age of 10 years old.
I remember walking behind him as we trailed rabbits in wheat patches and sometimes I would spot one before he would, then boom, and I would get all the credit after he made the shot. Then he took me into the deer woods, watched me, advised me and taught me everything from where to hunt to what happens after the hunt.
Many years have passed since then and This year was a little different as I was able to go for opening firearms which I usually miss due to coming during Thanksgiving in the past. The rut was on and I went back to a spot I had seen good sign before. It was right at last shooting light a doe came trotting in at the bottom of a revine followed by a rush of thunder as big boy was right on her crashing through the woods. I picked a spot out and the 20 gauge rifled shotgun did the job at 120 yards.
My Grandpa came down the hill to check it out and I could do nothing but hug him. With the help of our buddy Ron we were able to drag him out of the ravine in his four-wheeler. It’s a story I will tell my kids one day if I have any, and its something I will never forget nor will my grandpa. This was a special week of memories from the past and present. This is why I love the outdoors and will always cherish every moment in the field.”