Lots of great memories. I sometimes feel less lucky. But not really. See my dad did not want to hunt. I found that strange - especially when I wanted to learn and experience something new. My dad grew up on a working ranch in the North Panhandle of Texas. He was part of one of the working families on the ranch - a long way from being the rancher or property owner. My dad was born in 1931 and had to hunt far too many days for something to eat that night. As a result, the fun in hunting was all gone for him. He told me many a time that he wished for me the joy of a lifetime from hunting, he just would not be joining me. But I really did not miss out. My dad was all about my sports and other activities. He loved my mom like the Lord called him to do. He set an example for me and countless numbers of my friends in how he treated people. His work ethic was the best and a little contagious. He loved my children dearly up until his last days. My family had to deal with Alzheimers when it came to dad. It was tough and I do not wish that on anyone. But we lived through it. Yes, I miss him every day. And, I guess rather than feeling less lucky, I really am very lucky to have had my dad. You would have like him too.
