Reflection

Sitting at a spot my grandfather showed me gives me a sense of sadness and joy. In my camo he picked out and the gun he got me I get to live out one of his favorite activities. Hunting to me is not about the game you are planning to kill but every other aspect of it. This is a place where good friends can get together and escape the normal life. Drink, play poker, talk about the past and just be guys. Makes me miss my grandfather. This is the world he showed me and I am happy I could experience as much of it as I did. The happiest feeling I get is the thought that he would never want to be a sad memory. Instead I crack a beer and say cheers to the greatest man I have ever met. RIP JAH