I started this thread because each year at this time, right before deer season, I get to thinking about my Dad. He took me squirrel hunting in the Brazos river bottom and deer hunting at a little place called Doss in the hill country here in Texas. All of this took place back in the early thru late 50's. I can honestly say my Dad was responsible for planting that seed of desire in me to be a hunter. I am thankful and feel honored by all of you that have shared your story. Some of you other guys step up to the plate and share your story. powdr
