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Tag Soup but also a success

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Picked up my Dad and left town around 10:00 Thursday. My Brother was stuck in meetings and met us at camp (he always does this to get out of setting up camp). Weather was perfect and we actually got to the spot we used to camp at 35 years ago. post-5669-0-20895500-1383526585_thumb.jpg

 

My 88 year old Dad decided to split the cedar stump we found along the way.

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My brother arrived and we did a little scouting.

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Then it was time for dinner. Dutch oven shepherds pie and sitting around a nice fire

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Couldn't sleep that night. Even at my old age I still get too excited to sleep the night before the hunt. Got up at O dark thirty and headed out to our glassing spot after coffee.

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No deer spotted but several Grey Fox and a lot of quail. Spooked a couple of doe on the way back to camp. My Dad was looking a little tired. I had forgotten how darn rough that country was. We ate breakfast and made another loop trying to see something. The only thing I got was a sunburn. Time for lunch.

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Drove further up the road to hunt for the evening. More quail and a lot of sign. The Manzanita was so thick in there. Even if you saw one you wouldn't have time to get a shot. Found this track. Not sure what made it.

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Dad was really tired that night. So was I! Dinner, campfire and cocktails then bed.

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The stars were spectacular both nights. Woke up to a fingernail moon over the peak.

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Dad didn't feel like going out for the morning hunt. He said there wasn't any game (his way of saying I'm tired). After the morning hunt we packed up and came home.

 

We didn't get to hunt that much and didn't bring back any meat but spending the time with my Dad and Brother was successful in my book. I never know if this will be the last time I get to hunt with my Dad and I will take tag soup and spending time with him over any trophy buck. Sorry it was a long read.

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Great story! I admire anyone at that age who will still get out and get after it. Thanks for posting the story.

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Its great that you can still take your Dad out . Enjoy every minute

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My dad is a young 65 abd every year he says it is his last. I hope I have the luck that you do. I agree it was a good hunt for you all

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Thanks all for the kind words. I thank Gad that I can still do this with my Dad. 2 things I forgot in the post

 

My Dad has carpal Tunnel (sp) in both wrists and has very little feeling in his fingers. It is very hard for him to grip shoelaces, zippers and all the little things we take for granted. I think that was the main reason for him wanting to come home. He has surgery scheduled for both later this month. He should be ready for elk and deer next year! I Hope!!!!

 

My brother stayed out extra late the last morning so that I could tear down camp as well!

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Nice story! Maybe no deer, but I do believe that the time you and your dad had together is and was much more important. Never can replace that with anything!! I would of loved to of been able to of done that with my dad.....Way to go!!

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Great write up Wink. Getting to spend time in the field with your Dad will probably be more valuable than some antlers hanging on the wall. Too bad our paths didn't cross out there, but glad you guys had a fun trip.

 

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Great story I would give up all my hunts for another weekend with my Dad. Our last fishing trip together was at rosy and we spent 1.5 days sitting at the picnic table hoping the wind would die down to actually fish. However I consider that the best trip we ever did together just because of the conversation time we had.

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