My Father and I
I had a very lucky childhood. All my life, I've had my father at my side teaching me, correcting me, praising me. I'm even luckier in that to this day, I still have him with me, doing the same things and encouraging me to be better. My father is the one who introduced me to the outdoors. By the time I was 4, he was teaching me how to shoot, starting off with a .22 single shot, and then progressing to handguns and larger caliber shotguns and rifles. He taught me how to skeet shoot, drive anything with engine including fixing anything with engine, lol, and most importantly, he taught me about the outdoors, how to love and respect it, and how to live off it. He instilled in me all the values that he holds dear to him, and now with his help, my husband and I are instilling those same values in our son. He spends time teaching my son how to shoot, the same as how he taught me, and for that, I am truly blessed to have him with me still. I watch him with my son and think to myself, "he is the best" and how fortunate I am to have him with me still.