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I think a lot of us gained our passions and our love of hunting through our dads. I know I sure as heck wouldn’t be the hunter I am today without my dad sharing and instilling that passion in me. Some of the most special memories in my life have been those hunts with dad. How about we share some of our favorite memories with the old man. Here’s a few of mine…
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Great pics and great times. It's hard to beat time outdoors with the people we care the most about. This hits pretty close to home right now. Almost lost my dad to a massive stroke 10/3/15. We had some great times outdoors. He don't get out to much anymore. He was lucky enough to draw a sheep tag this year that my brother had put him on for. I think he is getting a little excited. Hopefully we can find him one to hang a tag on. If not we will have a blast. He says this is his last hunt. Hopefully not. Good luck everyone this fall wherever you may be hunting.
 
Very cool pics, thanks for sharing!

I was on a fly in moose hunt last year packing out a moose when I got the inreach message my dad died. It’s been a little bit over a year and I’m still not at the point where I can even look at pics. They say it gets better with time but I don’t believe it for a min.

Cherish that time with your pops. Stop and take tons of pics. Cuz no matter what happens looking back you will still wish you would of done more with him.
 
Only have a handful of pics with even fewer in the outdoors. My dad was an OTR truck driver and gone for 6 weeks+ at a time growing up. This was a fishing vacation he agreed to go on and was his largest bass in his life. Got him to cast a spinnerbait into the reeds which was unheard of to him. Fishing to him was or bullheads on a nightcrawler.

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Here is a couple of many I have had with my dad, He is not only my dad he is my BEST FRIEND!! This is his best bull at the young age of 70, the other is his lottery tag win of a shiras tag at the age of 74... Hoping to have many more, you never know when that last one will be.. Till then we are going to keep chasing what we can every year!!!
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These threads always get me. No dad , no pics. Envious of you guys! Cherish them all.
I agree. My dad never took me hunting so no pics or memories. I do have a son who likes to hunt and will go with me when he can get loose from work and family obligations. I just hope he will take me out a few more times when I get to the point I can’t go it alone anymore!
 
Great post @The_Coloradoboy! My dad taught me everything I needed to know to become a successful hunter. He was my #1 hunting partner and we hunted everything together every fall. It will be 5 years this December since he was taken from us at age 56 in a tragic accident helping a neighbor cut a tree down. I 100% agree with @SS! that it does NOT get easier with time. Fall is the hardest time of year for me now, as I cant stop thinking about what him and I would be doing together if he was still here. I know he is watching from above and has definitely thrown me a few bones since he has been gone. I have some nice chats with him while I'm out in the peaceful mountains or in a treestand back home in Wisconsin. Man what I would give for 5 more minutes with that man. We had so many more hunting plans together in the works.

Like others have said, cherish every minute you have with your loved ones. You never know when someone's number may be called.

Until we meet again Dad.

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My dad taught me how to work. Taught me how to turn a wrench. Taught me to farm. Grow gardens.Tie a line. Gut a deer.gut a fish.process game.make money.respect women.Drive a stick. Drive a tractor. Respect your elders.what trucks to drive.
Guns to shoot. I could go on for ever.
 
Yes cool post Coloradoboy!
My Dad is my hero and he took me hunting before anyone carried a camera along, so I don't have pics of us. That makes me pretty sad.
Since he passed away, my favorite memories are now when I have accompanied my own son on his hunts. We always carry a camera. Here are a few great memories of his success:

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Man does this hit home for me right now, My dad 5 days ago was admitted into the ER and had to have emergency surgery for bacterial pneumonia. He had pus on the lining of the left lung that had to be removed by hand. I was hunting and came home early to be by his side. My dad is the man that gave me this crazy addiction of hunting. Im grateful that he instilled it into my veins. What people don't understand about hunting is it teaches so much more. Patients, determination, a sense of desire, sacrifice and hardwork. I learned this from hunting with my dad.What has the last 5 days taught me... is don't take anything for granted. Enjoy the outdoors and make time to hunt with your father. Im 46 y/o and am still learning from my dad. Even if its a road hunt, get out and make memories. They will last forever. Happy Hunting to you all!
 
Love this thread! My Dad was the number one influence on my love of hunting with no doubt. He started taking my brother and I as soon as we could walk and spent so many years ensuring we had good experiences and learned the ropes. He definitely created a couple monsters?

It has been fun the past couple years trying to return the favor and help him fulfill some of his hunting dreams like killing a trophy bull elk to now, at 75 years old with Parkinson’s disease, just simply fulfilling the dream of being out in the wild with his family and soaking it all in. As others have said, if your Dad is still around, cherish the time. If he has passed, cherish the memories!!
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Man I wish had some pics of my pops and myself. Cameras were just not "a thing" when I was hunting with him so many years ago. He taught me everything from putting game on the ground to aging and processing. We ran trap lines in the winter as well. Not sure I could ever forgive him for making me stay up till the early morning hours to finish fleshing and stretching muskrat pelts (just kidding). You never really know how much you learned from your parents until you become one yourself.
 
My Dad didn't really hunt big game as it was the same time as the apple harvest in Utah. He did teach me to hunt ducks, geese, pheasants and sage hens. We also fished a lot, he loved fly fishing. I had a friend take me deer hunting when I was a senior in High School and I was hooked. Whenever I shot an Animal, he was the one person I couldn't wait to show. Later in life when he was done with the orchards his friend kept putting in him for deer. He finally drew the Paunsaugunt and mentored my youngest son. This is the only hunt with him and my sons. We didn't kill the biggest deer but it was the best hunt i've been on and will remember forever. He was on oxygen at the time and couldn't hike so the 4 of us rode around and finally found a deer. He's been gone for almost 7 years now but I still miss him everyday! Thank you DAD for giving me the love of the outdoors.

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Man this is tough as I get ready to head to Colorado for elk, which was always my dad's and my big trip each year. Dad passed away in 2018. Have tons and tons of pics of him and they are on a constant loop for the screen saver on my computer so I look at them all the time. Here's to our dads! ?

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I wouldnt know where to begin on this one. I've been lucky and have got to go on so many hunting trips with my dad that there's a million pictures. I've had some pretty unlucky timing though for when I've taken off work for his big hunts then the day I have to go back he ends up killing the big animals so I have missed out on those ones. Here's a few of the really special ones though. On a side note I feel extremely lucky that all of this has gotten to happen over the years. When we was pheasant hunting in 2001 he had his hunting accident and was 1/8" away from all of these trips never happening.

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My dad taught me to love hunting and fishing. He comes on my out of state hunts with me to be my camp cook. I know I don’t have much longer to spend with him on this earth so I enjoy the time I get to spend with him even more than I did before. He keeps saying he is done hunting but we keep putting him in for tags and hope he draws out. When he does we just go at his pace and enjoy any success that comes his way. The picture below was one of the highlights from his moose hunt a few years ago.

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I think a lot of us gained our passions and our love of hunting through our dads. I know I sure as heck wouldn’t be the hunter I am today without my dad sharing and instilling that passion in me. Some of the most special memories in my life have been those hunts with dad. How about we share some of our favorite memories with the old man. Here’s a few of mine…
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dad always tried to be a hunter. he just wasn’t cut out for it, didn’t have the will power for the suffering, or the bloody part. more of a fisherman.

he did however like to track deer in the snow after hunting season during the rut. not to far from the cabin or the road. we turned up some monsters and he loved to snap photos to tease the deer hunters at the local sport shop.

so hunting in the snow is somewhat nostalgic for me. he was just as excited as i was when i told him i got an elk this year.
 
My father and his best buck. He shot another one of this quality when he was young and guiding hunters in the 60's. He gave it to one of the hunters because the that hunter shot a big velvet cactus buck and one of the other guides dog chewed them up. I don't have pictures and have no idea where this buck ended up. Would love to know.
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Dad grew up with no time for hunting except as it came to eliminating pests. For him, it was work. And so I credit him with the job that earned me my first rifle and the desire to be anywhere else but home. Every day in the field was like the first day of summer vacation, no matter when it fell.
 
My father and his best buck. He shot another one of this quality when he was young and guiding hunters in the 60's. He gave it to one of the hunters because the that hunter shot a big velvet cactus buck and one of the other guides dog chewed them up. I don't have pictures and have no idea where this buck ended up. Would love to know.View attachment 91425
Awesome deer!
 

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