Bowhunter60
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My grandfather, seen in this picture cleaning out a nice Sierra Nevada buck, and with a nice Black Bear he shot. My grandfather was the one who taught me everything I need to know about hunting.
From about age 6, I followed him annually through the mountains. It was a time of year I looked forward to all year. He was full blooded Cherokee and had a respect for the outdoors unlike most I've encountered since he passed away. :hump:
Grandpa taught me a healthy respect for the outdoors, that it's not the kill that makes the time outdoors so incredible. It's just being out there, enjoying the quiet, the mountain air, the laughs around camp, and the stories he'd tell of past hunting trips.
My desire has always been to reflect his attitude and values in the outdoors, and, by the grace of God, harvest some meat for the family.
From about age 6, I followed him annually through the mountains. It was a time of year I looked forward to all year. He was full blooded Cherokee and had a respect for the outdoors unlike most I've encountered since he passed away. :hump:
Grandpa taught me a healthy respect for the outdoors, that it's not the kill that makes the time outdoors so incredible. It's just being out there, enjoying the quiet, the mountain air, the laughs around camp, and the stories he'd tell of past hunting trips.
My desire has always been to reflect his attitude and values in the outdoors, and, by the grace of God, harvest some meat for the family.