Some threads just start over every year or so LOL
It's a few years old , but here it goes again
Was just a few months after I lost my Dad and I was sitting in his camp kinda pharting around and just missing him being there.
I decided that even though it was way late ( like 9 am ) I better get off my azz and into the woods.
Tough choice as to which rifle to carry , but his 336 called out the loudest that morning.
Was almost sureal that day , first time carrying one of my Dads rifles , ( he had his and I had mine and that's the way the rules were
)
I looked up at the sky and said a quiet prayer to him and topped off the magazine . Wierd it was , I could feel him right there with me .
Dads rifle :
So, up the trail I go . I figgure with some fresh snow I may see some deer tracks at least . Dang , still that overwhelming feeling that he is right there with me .
Urge ta slow down , not sure who's tracks I just crossed ,snow kinda broken there , I move on still feeling like my Father was right there with me.
Quiet as a mouse , a black bear just apears outta nowhere , broadside no less. Rifle to shoulder , then the million questions ran thru my head . Do I want that ? Can I drag it out from here ? .35 rem capable ? Will I be able to eat it or is the meat nasty ?
So still broadside and still walking , they are very quiet critters, front post centered in the Lyman reciever sight , Brain running 100 miles / min with silly questions lol ,
As clear as day , Like someone standing right next to me , I hear this loud voice . " If yer gonna shoot then shoot "
Then the work began , bear made it less than 100 yards and then back to my freezer