Dad went on 10 years ago. Both my brothers and I were there.
“The Old Man” loved to hunt deer with us, usually somewhere up on Pleasantville Mountain. On the steep side near the top, there’s a big rock that lets a guy get out a ways and see down into the hollow down below. One of us nearly always hunted there while we spread out and hunted our way to the Jeep at the bottom. We’ve taken quite a few deer from that rock.
He looked up at me and Dave and said “I’ll see you boys on the big rock”.
Every year in deer season I make it a point to go to the big rock, and leave a cold beer and a cigarette.
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Very cool. Thanks for sharing
