Well good on ya for getting him into this and for doing things with him and being part of his life man. We remember. They remember. I'm 33 now and my grampa has been gone I think 6 years now and I'm reminded of him all the time (more and more when I look in the mirror haha, my "widows peaks" are starting to creep back on my head and my dang wife keeps plucking more and more white hairs out of my beard when she catches me off guard!
), and some of my best childhood memories were about time spent with grandparents. Not hunting mind you, but camping and "redneck activities". Single most vivid one just might be the time my grandmother, a very tough lady her whole life and not at all a "gramma" kind of person back then haha, chased a bold and curious black bear out of our camp sight WITH A CAST IRON FRYING PAN!!!! If bears wore shorts, that poor bear would have needed a fresh pair of them
. My sister and I were just little and stared in awe at the whole spectacle.
But my grandfather was a building mover, and a mechanical wizard at that, his whole life, and even now whenever I smell diesel fuel or hear a big truck idling low I remember him, almost immediately. Miss him more as time goes on honestly. I'll bet he remembers you when he's out deer hunting long after you're gone.
