Went to pick up my father, who is 90, to take down to the farm to shoot doves. He was too tired to go he said. told me to go on but I just could not. We sat and talked for a several hours. Had a cup of coffee and just talked. This was the best opener that I can remember.
Ten years ago I would have thought it was the end of the world to miss shooting a field full of doves like that. Today I feel blessed just to be able to talk to my father. Just another sign of how I am getting old. Took the boys down a few days later and they each got a limit. Mostly I thought of my father and his father and watched the boys shoot. Looking back I can see he did the same thing for me and my brother 40 plus years ago. Time is the one thing we can not buy at any cost.
