</font><font color="blue" class="small">( The most fun I had was taking my two boys hunting with me when they were 12 years old. Priceless to have an experience like that. >>>>>
I know my dad would say the same. I would give anything to have had ONE MORE hunt before he got so down in his legs that he could not hunt anymore. (He had the same thing I have now with my legs).
My last hunt with him was many years ago, quail hunting on his old home place. Last shot he saw me take was a quail, single bird, 60 yards away with a 12 gauge shell after it.......I did hit it, and we had bird that nite. See one thing dad did not realize before then, he had taught me to hunt well, I had learned to shoot better than him.
Since dad passed away last year I have often thought of many one more times.
Back to life, now I golf, volunteer at a big cat rescue, and take care of my place, and watch some deer if I can. )</font>
My dad is still active (58 years old) so when we get the chance we go, as we both know that we won't always be able to hunt like we do now. He will get old and won't be able to do it, I will have kids someday and not have as much time, so we eat it up now. We have 4 brittany's, one is a master hunter in every aspect, one is on it's way and two are pups who have never yet hunted, so we are in for an exciting season. I also guide quail hunts at a huntign preserve, by the time march rolls around my dog and I are almost tired of looking at each other.
Dad and I use to deer hunt, we enjoyed it but we never got the enjoyment of waitign on deer as we do chasing birds. Watching a good pack of bird dogs, regardless of breed, has to be one of the best things I have ever seen. We have the brittany's and each one of them has a unique character that cannot be found in another dog, we have had many and each has been different but all have hunted hard and will not quit or run off and be a hardhead all day.
We truly cherish our days afield and someday I will have a son to take ot the same way. Till then it's dad and I and my fiance' wants in on it and my 10 year old nephew is nipping at our heels to go with us, we take him as often as we can get him away from my sister and brother in law. Brother in law woudl like to go but he works alot and can't go, but he is all for Andrew going with us. Can't wait to see that little turd shoot his first bird, he's a crackshot with his .22, but he hasn't got the arm span to graduate to a shotgun comfortably yet. I see images of a Remington Wingmaster 20 gauge under the Christams tree in the next few years.