Fall

    As I watched the first leaves of fall slowly sway to the ground, I realized this would be my first Fall without dad. This is going to be my first hunting season without my sport system. I was raised to be a true tomboy, but it just doesn't seem possible without him. I have spend countless hours listening to my pack run, target practicing, and training my dogs. All the things he has taught me seem somewhat foolish now. Why in the world did we spend so much time in the woods?
    As the leave continue to Fall, I will be counting down the days until October. I have hounds, guns, and a thrill seeking personality, but it will not be the same without him. Loosing a loved one opens up wounds that never seem to properly heal, and here I am trying to stitch it back together. So, I guess today I miss my dad the most.
     I miss him yelling at me to hand him the correct tools, practicing backing up the boat, and sitting on the creek banks. 

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