As many of you know, I am a relative newcomer to the trad world. I have hunted since I was old enough to tag along with my dad though. Small Game, big game, I soaked it all in. My dad had some simple rules. Hit what you shoot at to put the animal down quickly. Use what you harvest...dont kill anything without reason.
I've had the privelage to hunt with my father and older brothers many many times. About ten years ago, Dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. The years since then have been a roller coaster of emotional highs and lows. My wife and I moved in to help any way we could, and for four years eeked out an existance, so that we could be there for my parents. Eventually, we had no choice but to place my father. Watching the man who taught me most of what I know virtually disappear before my eyes, and my mother's heart break each day is by far the hardest thing I have ever done.
Sorry to drag all of this into it, but I felt that those who read this could enderstand better if they knew these facts...
Why I hunt... it was instilled in me at a young age. The love of the wilderness and the animals. For me, harvesting an animal doesnt make, or break a hunt. With each step, memories of years past flood my mind. Times with dad...times alone when I proudly came home with my quarry to be greated by his smile and handshake. Hardly an instant goes by when I am not walking beside my father in one way or another. The more I explore, the more memories are triggered. I feel at peace, at home in the world my father introduced me to.
JLMBH was my second introduction to traditional archery, and I loved every second of it. The first occurred years ago, when my father showed me it was actually possible to hit something with that dusty old recurve. Eventually I moved on to compounds, the path of many bowhunters. Im back to trad now, and getting better every day. Now it is my compound that gathers dust. Every time I nock an arrow, or walk the woods, Im with my dad. Anything else that happens is just a bonus.
I hear you brother I sent you a PM.
Thanks for sharing that Jamie, we owe a lot of gratitude to those who put us on to this lifestyle and its good to see people give them tribute.
Thank you, Jamie. Thank you. Not just for helping me understand more about you, but for restoring my faith in my own father. Thank you...
True, very true!! Thats my bud!! Shawn
Thank You, I am privilaged to hunt with my Dad often. It was one reason I moved back to MO. I tailed him from the time I could walk, and he NEVER, NEVER said no I could not come along. I owe him alot.
I am new to trad myself, I cannot find a better lot of people to call friends.
Scott
i've never hunted with my dad once, so i dont know wat ut feels like,
always done it on my own or with a friend.
My son and I hunt together almost exclusivly. I took him as soon as he could walk. He is now the father of a two year old girl and five month old boy. We will be taking her this year. And the beat goes on and on....
Amen Jamie...my experience with my dad is a lot like yours.He's in the advanced stages of Parkinsons and watching this man who taught me so much,and who I admire greatly,getting worse all the time breaks my heart.But I credit him for getting me interested in archery when I was small and it has led me to meeting people like you and many others here.Wish I could write as good as you...you sum up so much in a paragraph or two.It's an honor to be among so many great folks..thanks.
I agree 100%. That is a good, moving story.
-Ken
Very well said Jamie.
Nice tribute and relationship your both lucky to have the memories to put to words. It is truly a gift. Ive wished for such, it is a gift to share.
Thanks all, just something I had to put down in words...hard to explain why. I knew you guys would get it though.
You have a warm and loving heart Jamie. That is a Wonderful Thing!
... mike ...
Thanks Mike....when we going hunting buddy?
You tore me up Jamie...... I too am a new convert from the dark side of the archery force. I hunted with my father at a young age and was taught the same basic principles. i too have watched my father slip away over the last ten years from another form of disease all together.i wont go into it bro....i feel your pain and joy alike. i started my daughter with her first bow at 4 years old. unlike my own father, that was a one weekend a year rifle hunter, my duaghter has learned the true meaning of woodsmanship. She is 20 years old now and still hunts with me every year, but never carries a tag or bow while hunting. We climb mountains together and while i stalk game with her by my side, she chooses to use her camera instead of a bow. I respect that. But when Dad harvests a buck, she's still by my side with her sleeves rolled up! the field dressing is the down side of the sucsessful hunt, the kill the least important, but a necessary part of the responsibilty we all have as hunters and eaters of meat. I have taught her to highly respect the game we hunt and harvest, and give thanks to the Lord, and to the animal itself for providing food for our table.
My heart aches for you, but with a smile also. Cherrish those walks in the mountains with your Dad as long as you live. i hope some day my daughter will do the same.....for the wilderness and the mountains is where i belong and always will be.....one day.... many years from now i sincerely hope, i too shall fade into the hills.....In my heart i know my daughter will climb our favorite mountain again with me in her memories and still in her spirit. My ashes and my beat up old bow will be left behind when she makes her ascent......Let who shall ever find that bow take a part of my spirit with him, and let it serve him well as it did me......
I'm with you Jamie.....Nuff Said....Kirk
My father was the one that started me wanting to hunt although he never even shot a bow he brought me home an old longbow that a guy he worked with gave him. I'll bet when he gave me that he had no idea what an impact that one moment in time would have on me and now my son his grandson. It's a fathers job to steer there children in the right direction and Jamie it appears that your father has done a great job with you. I'm sure down the road you will be that kind of father too. My father has alzheimer's now i could see the signs over the years but it was just in the past year that his doctor came out and said it was so. It's very sad to see someone you love begin to forget every thing without even realizing it.
Looking forward to hunting with you again soon Dad...
Found this, and was amazed at all I have learned in the last couple of years. I owe all of you, Trad Gang, a thank you. I think Im closer to being the hunter my dad wanted me to be with the amazing knowledge I have learned through this site.
My father is still alive, and sometimes you can see he is in there- when his eyes shine like they did when he was smiling or laughing. We bring him home now and then. He has met and held my son...gently and correctly, which for someone in his condition is rather amazing. Anyway, one time on one of the home visits, I showed him one of his old recurve(a Shakespeare) and my longbow. Both set up, ready to hunt. He smiled and gently touched the strings with three fingers...smiled some more and nodded his head. I shot a few arrows for him, even managed to hit well. That seemed to make his day. He smiled alot that day after watching those arrows fly.
Not sure why I brought this to the top. I guess I needed to remind myself of the important things in life. I also needed to thank all of you for the answers, support and generousity that makes this place so special. I think if Dad could have, he would have made himself right at home here...
Thank you all.
And thank you Dad for all you have shown me, and continue to show me. I will do my best to show your grandson all of it. I think he is already, like you, and archer at heart...
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Good story, make me want to call Dad and thank him for introducing the outdoors to me.
My parents were divorced when I was young. He moved around some as did we (me, mom and stepdad), never living closer that 1hr away until I was in high school. When I was 15yo he took me hunting for the 1st time, and we have been hunting together ever since. Hunting has been our bond. I now have 4yo twins, I bought them lifetime hunting license before they turned 1yo. I hope one day they can too have fond memories of days in the field with their old man.
I would not know how it fells to watch the man I looked up to all my life suffer in such a way! my dad passed away about 7 years ago in his sleep, a good christain man and a great father, never went hunting with him but we done alot of fishing together, but he always encouraged me in all of my bowhunting adventures. I remember him trucking me all over the country when I was about 13 looking for essentials the night before season! I miss him daily and wish he was here but the good memorys will last me the rest of my life! now I have a 10 year old son that I get to play the part for and I'm looking forward to every second of it!! carry on brother and keep the faith!! Jason
;) Thanks I read that and it made me relize a few things. My dad and I started bowhunting back in 1969 and i only missed two season with him. We hunted hard almost every available time there was. Spending some eight hours a day in the woods together hundreds and thousands of days.In the last few years while i was fighting to stay afloat he has pis--- me off many times and hurt me many other times. but you made me think of what it would be like with out the good times we had and will have while he is still here hunting.
We should strive to be the dad that Jamie's father is.
well written jamie!!! as i type this i have a tear.. your a great guy. im sure your dad is very proud of who you turned out to be..
good luck this season. we should get out together. i'll be workin not far from you this year.
gaff
Thank you for sharing. My Dad never took me hunting but he did take me along when he shot his Bear Grizzly with my Mom when I was little. Eventually he got me my own red fiberglass Bear bow and it was awesome!!! Like others have said just a small act that ignited a fire in me that burns even stronger today then it ever has.
Lots of Dads here at TG and maybe we could keep in mind some of the small things we can do to maybe start a fire in our kids, or some neighbor kid, that someday they can remember us fondly as the one who put them on the path as a hunter.
thanks again for sharing.
Jamie,
Your father has been a big influence on you,and we can see that you have learned your lessons well My Friend!!!!!
Your Son is very lucky Jamie,he will grow up with the same kind of Dad that you grew up with.
It is a Good Thing :archer: :archer: :archer:
The sun is only half way over the horizon and I am on sensory overload. The sounds in the woods have me looking around trying to see everything at once. Even though the sounds are foreign to me I'm not scared because he is here with me and I know that I'm safe.
He walks soft barely making a sound but I stumble and crack twigs making way to much noise but he says nothing about it. We settle under a tree to wait for things to quieten down and for the squirrels to start running the tree tops. We sit and I look at the shotgun in his lap. I am drawn to it like a moth to a flame. I reach out to touch the scratched and worn stock.
I am lost in a boys thoughts when he leans over and whispers "There he is, see him?" I look but my untrained eyes see nothing but limbs. "Look where I am pointing."
Suddenly I see the squirrel with his question mark of a tail sure that he is hidden from us. I watch him waiting for the shot but am shocked to see him offering the gun to me. "You shoot him I'll help you steady the gun."
I am trembling as my senses kick it up a notch. As he leans over my shoulder to help with the gun I smell the milk barn, Prince Albert and Old Spice. I aim and say a boy's prayer to not miss. For a six-year-old letting his Pa down would be a fate worse than death.
I pull the trigger and the squirrel begins the last trip to earth he will ever make. Pa gives my back a pat and says, "You did it!" I am thrilled, sad, and anxious for the next squirrel the emotions mixing and welling up inside me.
I pick up the squirrel and he asks if I want to go to the house to show my grandmother and I say yes. On this morning a hunter is born.
Thanks Jamie.Blake
I feel ya pal, hope this autumn is good for you and all of yours. :notworthy:
PM Sent....ishiwannabe
The years left of hunting with my father are now counted on one hand and hopefully, and by God's grace, this one won't be last.
I still remember the fall morning over 50 years ago that a father took his eldest on a morning bow hunt before he went to work. The young raccoon that visited us and the apple we shared with it. The smell of the fall woods and the doe that came within 15 yds. in spite of a fidgeting 6 yr. old. The blackened cork that we rubbed on our faces for camoflage. The PB&Js we ate on the way home and chocolate milk from a Mason jar.
Thanks Dad.
Thank you for sharing your heart with us. Thank you Jamie for the inspiration to become a better father and son. I was the one who re-introduced my dad to hunting when I was 10 years old. He hadn't hunted since the year before I was born. My 2nd cousin about 17 at the time and his father were hunters and I aspired to be like them. They taught me most of what I knew until tradgang. Now you guys teach me more than ever. I hope some day to be the father to my children that your father has been to you. I vow to be a better father as of this very moment. Thank you for opening my minds eyes. SKippy