by Darren Messer
My dad first took me hunting when I was 11 years old, I slipped, fell in a creek, and thought I was going to freeze to death that first hunt. I am now 35 and the time I spend in the woods with my dad is something that I cherish. To this day he still gets as excited for me as he did on my first kill. I love my dad and the memories we make in the woods will NEVER be forgotten.