Wednesday, May 9, 2012
I will always remember moose hunting with dad....and we always got our moose! He would get so excited and tell stories about it for days. I can remember when I shot my first moose with him, he stayed in the truck and knew I would take it down, after all I was taught by the best. I know when I continue hunting he still will be with me looking down so proud. My heart breaks that you are gone way before your time, but I find peace knowing that I have an angel watching over me now...........RIP DAD
