Hunting with my father was one of the joys of my life, and after he passed away, things changed - big time. My first hunting season after he died was very good, and very hard. I wept, I cried out to him in desperation and in joy, and I came out the other side stronger and with much more empathy than I'd ever known before. Join me in this look back at my best worst hunting season.
Read about my Hunting Life After Death