Just got home from another Opening Day weekend with family at our place in central Texas. Had glorious weather and climbed into the stand before sunup Saturday morning.
I always made a point to hunt with my dad Opening Day. I owed everything of who I am in this world to him. When Papa was kid, he was assigned to remember a poem for English class in grammar school. When he and I hunted together, he would recite the opening stanza of The Lady of the Lake by Sir Walter Scott. We had him write it down for us at one point, late in life.
I pulled it up on my phone and read it a few times while in the stand Saturday morning. I could hear Papa’s voice in my head. He’s been gone over 8 years now and when deer season rolls around, I sure miss him. I make it a point to hunt with his old Browning Safari .270 every Opening Day. Shortly after reading that poem a large sounder of feral pigs showed up… I lined up the Browning and dropped a 2 fer 1 with the fine old .270….
Thank you Papa
What Opening Day traditions do y’all have?
Ed Z
I always made a point to hunt with my dad Opening Day. I owed everything of who I am in this world to him. When Papa was kid, he was assigned to remember a poem for English class in grammar school. When he and I hunted together, he would recite the opening stanza of The Lady of the Lake by Sir Walter Scott. We had him write it down for us at one point, late in life.
I pulled it up on my phone and read it a few times while in the stand Saturday morning. I could hear Papa’s voice in my head. He’s been gone over 8 years now and when deer season rolls around, I sure miss him. I make it a point to hunt with his old Browning Safari .270 every Opening Day. Shortly after reading that poem a large sounder of feral pigs showed up… I lined up the Browning and dropped a 2 fer 1 with the fine old .270….
Thank you Papa
What Opening Day traditions do y’all have?
Ed Z
