


May 28, 2008
Humble Beginnings
By Kim Hiss
I recently got a nice email from a new blog reader, Jan, and thought her comments were well worth a post. She was citing the 2006 National Survey of Hunting, Fishing, and Wildlife Associated Recreation conducted by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, which had found a healthy growth in the number of female hunters, and she said,
"We've come a long way baby," from the days (in my case) begging my Dad to take me along with my brothers on a week-long deer hunt only to find out (when he finally DID agree to take me) that I was along primarily to serve as camp cook.
He (my Dad) is in his 80's now, and couldn't be prouder of me. All four boys stopped hunting years ago, and since Daddy is no longer able to take to the woods in the Fall, he lives those hunts through me. I take lots of pictures, and have even called him from the stand to tell him about the monster I just shot, or from Africa to replay the plains game hunt at the end of the day. He carries pictures around and will show anyone who asks -- and most who don't -- HIS daughter, the huntress.
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My story is a lot like NorCal's... My Father died 3 months before I picked up hunting. I actually picked up hunting as a means to fill the void. I know he is smiling down from heaven and sends me dragonflies to let me know he is watching over me.The Woman Hunter website is running a contest this month "A Tribute to Men". It is an essay contest about the man who introduced you to hunting and the outdoors. (www.thewomanhunter.com) How neat is that.I am thankful for my husband, his patience and his love for the outdoors. He is my mentor. I wish so much I would have had the chance to share it with my father.
Kim, your post struck a cord with me. I totally understand where you are coming from. I really owe my love of hunting, shooting, bird dogs, and the outdoors to my Dad. When I was a kid living at home I wasn't that interested in hunting even though I grew up around it all my life. It wasn't until I was out of college and was back visiting my parents that it all clicked for me. I got my first woodcock with my Dad with his SKB/ Ithaca 20 ga side by side and it changed my life. I was finally old enough to appreciate the beauty and excitement of the hunt, the thrill of watching the dogs work and the peace of being in the woods with my dad. Dad still hunts (successfully) every day he can despite having Parkinson's for 16 years. Unfortunately, we live nearly 1800 miles apart and only get to hunt together once or twice a year. I've raised and trained my own bird dogs, guided with them, and have gotten way into big game hunting and fly fishing too. Dad's gift to me was priceless (and he gave me the side by side too). And for Dad, the fact that he knows I understand what makes him tick is one of the best gifts I can give him.
My dad is still able to hunt, but I still enjoy, and I believe he also enjoys, telling him stories. He is not a bow hunter, so I get to share those stories with him and he gets to hear how excited I am. He was there when I shot my first deer with a bow, and I got to hear him say how proud he was and it was a good shot. The little things really matter, especially with those you love the most.
That's so cool that her dad gets to enjoy hunting through HER. My dad died before I started hunting, so I've never gotten to share it with him, but I have to think he'd be pretty happy about it.
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My story is a lot like NorCal's... My Father died 3 months before I picked up hunting. I actually picked up hunting as a means to fill the void. I know he is smiling down from heaven and sends me dragonflies to let me know he is watching over me.The Woman Hunter website is running a contest this month "A Tribute to Men". It is an essay contest about the man who introduced you to hunting and the outdoors. (www.thewomanhunter.com) How neat is that.I am thankful for my husband, his patience and his love for the outdoors. He is my mentor. I wish so much I would have had the chance to share it with my father.
Kim, your post struck a cord with me. I totally understand where you are coming from. I really owe my love of hunting, shooting, bird dogs, and the outdoors to my Dad. When I was a kid living at home I wasn't that interested in hunting even though I grew up around it all my life. It wasn't until I was out of college and was back visiting my parents that it all clicked for me. I got my first woodcock with my Dad with his SKB/ Ithaca 20 ga side by side and it changed my life. I was finally old enough to appreciate the beauty and excitement of the hunt, the thrill of watching the dogs work and the peace of being in the woods with my dad. Dad still hunts (successfully) every day he can despite having Parkinson's for 16 years. Unfortunately, we live nearly 1800 miles apart and only get to hunt together once or twice a year. I've raised and trained my own bird dogs, guided with them, and have gotten way into big game hunting and fly fishing too. Dad's gift to me was priceless (and he gave me the side by side too). And for Dad, the fact that he knows I understand what makes him tick is one of the best gifts I can give him.
My dad is still able to hunt, but I still enjoy, and I believe he also enjoys, telling him stories. He is not a bow hunter, so I get to share those stories with him and he gets to hear how excited I am. He was there when I shot my first deer with a bow, and I got to hear him say how proud he was and it was a good shot. The little things really matter, especially with those you love the most.
That's so cool that her dad gets to enjoy hunting through HER. My dad died before I started hunting, so I've never gotten to share it with him, but I have to think he'd be pretty happy about it.
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