As we all celebrate Father’s Day, most of us have good memories of our dads, grandpas and others in our life.
As I reflect on my pop, I realize more than anything he is why I do what I do today. Although men like Fred Bear, stacy Groscup and others made an impact, my dad was “in the arena” so to speak. He taught me to shoot. He set up my gear. He encouraged and payed me... in the early days when my shows didn’t make much he kept me on his payroll so I could establish myself. Had he not done so that first ten years or so, I would have never made it.
He continues to set up and tune my gear. He has forgotten more than most will ever know about setting up and tuning a bow. Those here that know him will agree. I’ve witnessed him-and Earl Hoyt in conversations so deep I couldn’t follow what they were talking about. He is amazing. I know every little boy thinks his dad is Superman but mine really is. I am so very proud of him.
To this day we always set up my bows together. He is the first one to tell me what’s up when I am at a show and a bow isn’t performing. He asks me a few questions and by the time we are done talking I do what he says and the bow is right back to nailing baby aspirin. He’s the Yoda of archery someone once said.
Anyway, we have hunted together and spent many hours together over the years. He was the best man at my wedding and he is the best man I know.
Thanks Pop.
Your proud son.
