antlerrick
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Just sitting here in the hospital in Salt Lake as my dear dad in law is waiting for his angels to come and take him home.
The memories have been flooding my mind the past couple of days as we endure the pain of losing him. The memories I cherish most with him usually deal with hunting. The many miles of dirt road we have traveled, the many campfires we have shared and the numberous stories that go along with each one are so dear to me.
As some of you remember, we had to give back his Monroe Late LE elk permit last year due to his chemo treatments, and so this year he drew an Early Fishlake LE elk permit, hoping he would be well enough to go and live out his dream of a big bull. To make a long story short, he was doing fairly well and we were just getting to the excitement of preparing for the hunt, when last week he took a turn for the worse, and has steadily went down hill.
Looks like we will be returning another elk permit this year, only to know that he will not be back next year for another round.
I had the chance to talk with him while he could still understand and told him we were still going elk hunting this year. This perked him up and opened his eyes as far as they have been opened for days. He tried to ask "when" and I told him that I wanted him to be with me on my hunt and that he would be the "trigger man" for me when the moment arrived. I assured him that we were going elk hunting one way or another this year and no one was going to prevent him for going.
I could see the love in his eyes and then they slowly returned to their closed position.
That was one of the hardest things I have ever done but I just needed him to know he was still going to be there with me..
So for you guys that are planning on joining me, we now have another member with us, and he will be able to do all the things he hasn't been able to do for years..
May the lord bless you dad..
Rick
The memories have been flooding my mind the past couple of days as we endure the pain of losing him. The memories I cherish most with him usually deal with hunting. The many miles of dirt road we have traveled, the many campfires we have shared and the numberous stories that go along with each one are so dear to me.
As some of you remember, we had to give back his Monroe Late LE elk permit last year due to his chemo treatments, and so this year he drew an Early Fishlake LE elk permit, hoping he would be well enough to go and live out his dream of a big bull. To make a long story short, he was doing fairly well and we were just getting to the excitement of preparing for the hunt, when last week he took a turn for the worse, and has steadily went down hill.
Looks like we will be returning another elk permit this year, only to know that he will not be back next year for another round.
I had the chance to talk with him while he could still understand and told him we were still going elk hunting this year. This perked him up and opened his eyes as far as they have been opened for days. He tried to ask "when" and I told him that I wanted him to be with me on my hunt and that he would be the "trigger man" for me when the moment arrived. I assured him that we were going elk hunting one way or another this year and no one was going to prevent him for going.
I could see the love in his eyes and then they slowly returned to their closed position.
That was one of the hardest things I have ever done but I just needed him to know he was still going to be there with me..
So for you guys that are planning on joining me, we now have another member with us, and he will be able to do all the things he hasn't been able to do for years..
May the lord bless you dad..
Rick