Throwback Thursday

I think this photo is from somewhere around 1995.  My dad had tagged out during the West Virginia rifle season and came to my grandmothers to rescue me from a boring week of Thanksgiving break.  That evening, this spike walked out into a small clearing we were watching on a ridge top.  One shot with a .243 was all it took.  To this day, I remember how excited I was.  I wouldn’t trade the memories I made with my dad growing up in the woods for the world.