FATHER'S DAY MEMORY

My Dad was an interesting combination of dangerous (professional boxer) and volatile. It really wasn't a good idea to annoy him. Of course, I had a gift for doing that. Thus, my memories can be a bit mixed.

My favorite times, and the ones I think of on Father's Day, are the long November days walking miles through wet reeds hunting that noble bird, the Ringneck Pheasant. Man, that guy could walk all day and watch gun safety like a hawk! At the end of the day, we would go back and bore the whole family with our war stories. They'd roll their eyes, but they'd eat pheasant without complaint.

Hunting, Marksmanship and gun safety are probably the best gifts from my Dad.