For me the holiday season was always the most rewarding time of the year as a child interested in hunting. I had every issue of deer and deer hunting magazine to fill in during the non-holiday months. But hearing and seeing hunting as a kid can never be replaced..those memories will stick with you the rest of your years. During Christmas and Thanksgiving, we started a tradition. My Grandfather, God rest his soul, used to sit down after the meal and tell us of all the deer hunting stories he remembered growing up. For me their was no better story teller that lived. Chloe is 1 year old now and I am charged with the divine duty of teaching her how to find her balance and courage. I am able to show her that it's OK to dance and walk at the same time. Dad is 65 and as the oldest daughter, I am also teaching him how to walk. They are not much different really. One has been exposed to the storms of life and withered them like a champion. The other is just starting to learn about the ups and downs of living.

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