[Bleu]

Originally Posted by stonewalldog

Great story!
The first critter I shot by myself was a rabbit. It was on a Sunday when I was 12 or 13. Anyway, I took the single shot .410 out by myself and eventually found and shot the rabbit. I brought it home and went to get my dad. He was watching football on tv. I told him what I had done and asked if he would help me clean it. I told him that I didn't want him to clean just show me how. He looked all confused and said he would be right outside as he went into his bedroom.
I sat outside with the dead rabbit for, what seemed like, forever. Finally, he came outside holding a box. It was a Buck knife box. He said he bought the knife awhile back to give to his son which ever one was the first to shoot game without him. He said I had earned it so he was giving it to me. Boy...were my brothers jealous.
My dad was a good man and I miss him. I still have that knife.

stonewalldog,
That is one of the best life stories I've read on this site. My heart just contracted.
~Bleu