Today would have been my father's 89th birthday. This was one of his favorite times of the year. That man loved to hunt for deer. He would shoot his limit of one and then we would feast on its meat all winter. But even if he never saw a single deer, it was being in nature that he truly relished. I inherited that love from my dad. It's hard not to think of him whenever I venture into the woods.
Dad, I'm taking a walk in your honor today. Thank you for sharing your love of nature. You are missed.
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