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I lost my father when I was 13, so lots of the things I did with my son as he was growing up was for me as much as him. I couldnt help but think about how my father would have loved to done those things with me. The payoff has been that my now mid 30's son is happy to have me along for anything. Not unusual for him to call me from one of the nearby airstrips and tell me to meet him and bring some firearms. Or that he has my sled on his truck and where to meet. I remember someone I can only feel sorry for telling me that flying for two hours to land on a sandy river bed for no other reason than to get out a pigeon tosser and break some clays was a waste of av gas when it would have been just as easy to shoot at my propery. So many miss that the activity itself is not the point.
