The Hunt 2009

The Hunt is the Hunt 2009

The Hunt 2009 was a blast. First new year for the Jeep and I had fun with Sheldon and Pete. This year was a hot year 104 in Weaverville was not fun, but we made the best of it. It was nice hunting in the Jeep, but not fun detailing after the dust took over.

We did not see any bucks, but did see 6 doe, sheldon rode in the backseat and said he felt like a window gunner in Nam. Sheldon could get up and out of the Jeep chamber a round before his feet hit the ground. quite impressive.

MMMM Jerky

We traveled up to the lookout above Weaverville about 9,000 feet with a great view of the valley. This scared the hell out of me we had to drive along a cliff side to get to our goal. Long drive no deer, but still a beautiful drive.

Happy Birthday

Traditions!!!!!



Today is my boys 8th birthday. Wow how time flies by!!!!! I remember when he was born, seeing my wife holding him and dreaming about the hunting and fishing events to come. I reflect today his 8th birthday and can’t explain how proud of a father I am. My son loves to fish and is anxiously awaiting his 12 birthday so he can join the hunt. Traditions continue. I am so proud of my boy, he has a great personality is kind gentle and companionate. He is showing that he can fit in academically, and still go out into the woods and be a mountain man, well at this point Mountain boy.




Yesterday I went to see my cousin and hunting brother Sheldon and his wife April, he is also very involved with my sons evolution from a boy into a young man and I have no doubt he will be involved with him from young man into Teenager and then into a man. I had purchased my son a daisy BB gun two years ago, it was a pain to load a pain to cycle the lever and even more of a pain to pull the trigger, although this BB gun was not conducive to shoot my son was still a very good shot. Yesterday my son opened his present from April and Sheldon and it was a nice pump action Daisy Pellet pistol. Very nice!!! My son was excited to try it out this weekend and he is looking forward to blasting cans.

Traditions!!!!!
My hope in life is I can start something that will be continued to with my sons son and then his sons son….Lets see that would be Paul IV.

At the end of the day that is all we can do as parents.

PP

Whispering Trees

It’s that time again. The time when the sun sits high in the sky for an extended period; I hear the trees talk to me, they express a whisper of gratitude for times past, a hope for the future and a want for me to come join them.

Apparently I am not alone, just the other day I received an email from my good friend asking me when we are going to get tags. This feeling is either a disease I share with my closest friends, or it may simply be a mental malfunction that I have. Whatever it is I recognize throughout my life I have the call of the wild.

I am so excited about the next 4 months, I have a fishing trip coming up, deer hunting is right around the corner, and I am sure I can find time to take the Jeep out for a mountain cruise. Again I love this time of the year.

I am looking forward to fishing with my boy, enjoying some dedicated father son time. Maybe this year I can actually catch some fish, ah maybe not, but watching my boy reel in the fish seeing the glow in his eyes when he tells his first fish tale is well worth missing a few trout.
I hope that someday that my boy will turn to me and say “Dad, do you ever hear the talk.”

Paul