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Last article I wrote about the pleasures of being a Dad. Though it was almost 37 years ago that Deron was born, it seems like I just blinked my eyes and, ‘poof”, he’s all grown up, married, 2 step children, and a terrific wife! All those years passed so quickly, but I cherish each moment that I spent with him.
When Deron was about 9 years old, playing little league ball, I did such a stupid thing that almost destroyed our family. I believe it has affected our relationship to this day. Deron quit playing ball and started working for an Amish family, picking various produce in their fileds. He has never been shy when it comes to hard work.
Our interests were almost totally opposite. I love baseball; he quit playing. I hated hunting and winter sports in general (too cold). He became and is an avid hunter; he even learned to ski (burrr), and pretty well, too, having tackled the slopes of Mount Killington (I believe in Vermont).
Well when he turned 21, I realized he’d be going out on his own soon, so I decided to go hunting with him so we could do something together that he enjoyed. I learned a lot over the years, but never really developed that burning desire to hunt like he has. We probably hunted together for about 15 years. Then I quit because prescription medications I’m taking cause my feet to swell, and I just have too much difficulty getting around in the mountains.
Well, before this article turns into a mountain of words, I’ll sign off for now. Catch you later.