Saturday, June 15, 2013

Fathers Day

I learned long, long ago I chose great parents.   Dad loved to eat fresh fish!. 
Our first elk hunt together in the Montana Big Horns on the Crow Reservation.

Dad always tried to get us into the rough stuff.   He did good.

Dad seldom, very seldom ever missed what he was shooting at.   This wasn't his day.
His last deer at over 250 yards.  Great shot Dad!  Montana,  1992. 
Dad loved gunning for waterfowl.  His way.  Dad and Ken Cruse, Morris, MN
It was our biggest harvest.  Getting it done,  South Dakota,  1972
Thank you Dad! 

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