Father's Day
By Jim Stone, The Pickleville Philosopher
Well my day just got so awesome. I never get tears in my eyes besides when I
have to bury one of my hunting dogs. I
got a couple of tears right now.
I never had kids of my own. It’s probably something in my
life that I maybe woulda regretted, but about nine years ago I met a young kid
named Wyatt Hollaway. He was just a
little guy and we made friends right out of the gate.
I was guiding full time and he had a true love for hunting
and fishing. We started hunting and
fishing most every day. Wyatt is 17 now
and has turned into an expert in every aspect of the outdoors. He’s a world
class duck and goose caller, he can identify waterfowl of any kind a half mile
away. His black lab Barron, which he
trained, loves to hunt as much as Wyatt does.
Wyatt has a true understanding for all wildlife and what it
takes to not only hunt in a fair chase but also, when it’s not the season, how
to protect and enhance wildlife.
Any ways Wyatt gave me this t shirt. I realize I’m not a real dad but to me Wyatt is
the son that I never had, and I’m so flipping proud of him in every way.
I’m pretty proud of my new shirt too.
Well my hats off to all the fathers, step fathers, or even
just guys that step up and help introduce young men into a path that includes
the wonders of the great outdoors.
Speaking for myself even though I’m not a real dad, I don’t think
I could be any prouder or love a young man any more than Wyatt.
Have a very happy Father’s Day everyone. Big smiles from me to all of you
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