When we got back to the truck, I built a small fire and we roasted some hotdogs and washed them down with chocolate milk. My grandson said the hotdogs were the best he ever ate. I explained to him that all food tastes better when eaten in the woods or on the river. I also explained to him how lucky we were to see so many deer so quick into our hunt, and how proud I was of him for holding up so well-sitting quietly and obeying my instructions. I also told him of some of the shots I had missed over all the years I had hunted-some much easier shots than the one he missed.
I told him that even when I missed a shot-or saw no game-I still treasured the memories I had made in the deer woods-memories of hunting with my grandfather hunting these same woods with me. Later on taking his uncle (my son) on his first hunt in these same woods. I told him the secrete to a successful hunt was the challenge of matching wits with an intelligent animal on it
I told him that even when I missed a shot-or saw no game-I still treasured the memories I had made in the deer woods-memories of hunting with my grandfather hunting these same woods with me. Later on taking his uncle (my son) on his first hunt in these same woods. I told him the secrete to a successful hunt was the challenge of matching wits with an intelligent animal on it