I have never found a shed antler before. Even though I have not set out purposely to discover any, I try to keep an eye open for them. This father’s day weekend was all work for me on the hunting property, but a treasured moment with my son made it all worthwhile.
This weekend began with a trip to the family property in Antrim County. We go often to see relatives and spend time in the outdoors. Only recently I have had the opportunity to begin hunting the property. Having been stalked by the belated Grandpa Jack for more years than I have been alive, the property has likely seen it’s better deer days.
When you walk the property, ancient wooden tree stands, stools, and blinds remind you of the legacy that has remained since the last time Jack fired his rifle or bow. The memories fade ever so slightly when one of those haunts tips over and makes its way to the burn pile, but it seems that the more I explore this beloved heirloom, another forgotten spot pops out at you. Continue reading A Father’s Day Memory