Worked all Summer washing dishes at a local caf�. I knew exactly how much I needed for a Marlin 336 .30-30, 2 boxes of ammo, a gun case and cleaning kit at a Gibson's Discount Center. That Fall I broke my leg playing football. Shot my first deer (a raghorn buck) while I was still on crutches. Dad was with me. On the way home with the deer in back of a Pontiac Bonneville, Dad got out his Lucky Strikes for a smoke. I said, " Dad if you will stop smoking I will give you my deer rifle." He said, "If it means that much to you I quit." He never smoked again.
Do you still have the rifle and dad around? or at least your father didn't pass away from lung cancer.
I miss hunting with my father and I always stop at his headstone the day before deer season and thank him for buying the woods behind the family farm and not turning it into cattle pasture. He said "we would always have a place to hunt".
