Not to get all sentimental or anything but the memories I have of my youth with my father hunting and fishing are irreplaceable. When i became a man and moved 500 miles away to college, twice, married a wife and had kids I took 8 years off of hunting until my life was stable to return to the sport. I always had plans to reconnect with my dad and take annual hunting and fishing trips together. Well, he passed away unexpectedly a few years ago at a young age, and we never got that chance again. So when my kids show interest in sharing my passions I can't help but flash back and live vicariously through their youth with me as the father this time. You only get one chance to live life how you want it, and if one thing is for certain there is no catching up on time lost.
