My wife started hunting in 2009, and was very proud to be part of a small pact of outdoor ladies. Her father was battling esophageal cancer at the time, and they talked constantly about her upcoming adventures. She was excited, and so was he. Her father Jerry's cancer spread much more rapidly that expected, and we lost him shortly after her new found passion for the outdoors came alive. This morning after she successfully harvested her first bird she started crying. I asked her why she was crying, and she said "I promised my dad that I would get a bird for him". This was the first I have heard of the promise, and it makes me sad that life's circumstances prevented me from helping her fulfill this promise sooner. She is one of the most selfless people I know, and this is a hunt that I will not soon forget.
