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fionasidhe)suggested a thoughtfull lemming in her LJ, so i thought I would follow up on it. Basically, the idea is since this is Father's Day, you should share a happy memory of either your actual father, or whoever you cuont as your strong father-figure in your life, and share it.
For me, my most fond memories of my father have come from my younger days. He used to take me hunting with him, when he was out for partridge and rabbits in the fall. I loved to go, and wake up super early, and get a doughnut and a chocolate milk at Tim Hortons in the wee wee hours of the morning, and then romp around on his woodlot in Meductic ("The farm" as it is called... it used to be a farm, and in fact he grew up there). It was always just me and him. Hazel was never into the early morning and the hours of woodland wandering. We would talk about things, and I would make silly 'partirdge' noises to attract them, and sometimes he would get one, and sometimes he wouldn't, but I was really only there for the company, and the forest. There was a tiny old house in which he spent part of his childhood that was falling down. he used it as a camp for deer hunting, and there used to be some old furniture and stuff, and usually a porcupine around, and I'd get covered in burdocks, and we would play cribbage. That house has long since completely collapsed. I even got my hunting license when I was 16, and dad bought me a 22 (which is not now technically mine because I never got an FAC and have never done the paperwork :/). I even remember with fondness how he made me shoot that rock ^-^. I did get a bunny on my first outing, but I made him clean it. I am very allergic to the fur, see ;)
And there you go :) This is late, because I got distracted away from it, but, still, happy father's day :D
fionasidhe)suggested a thoughtfull lemming in her LJ, so i thought I would follow up on it. Basically, the idea is since this is Father's Day, you should share a happy memory of either your actual father, or whoever you cuont as your strong father-figure in your life, and share it.For me, my most fond memories of my father have come from my younger days. He used to take me hunting with him, when he was out for partridge and rabbits in the fall. I loved to go, and wake up super early, and get a doughnut and a chocolate milk at Tim Hortons in the wee wee hours of the morning, and then romp around on his woodlot in Meductic ("The farm" as it is called... it used to be a farm, and in fact he grew up there). It was always just me and him. Hazel was never into the early morning and the hours of woodland wandering. We would talk about things, and I would make silly 'partirdge' noises to attract them, and sometimes he would get one, and sometimes he wouldn't, but I was really only there for the company, and the forest. There was a tiny old house in which he spent part of his childhood that was falling down. he used it as a camp for deer hunting, and there used to be some old furniture and stuff, and usually a porcupine around, and I'd get covered in burdocks, and we would play cribbage. That house has long since completely collapsed. I even got my hunting license when I was 16, and dad bought me a 22 (which is not now technically mine because I never got an FAC and have never done the paperwork :/). I even remember with fondness how he made me shoot that rock ^-^. I did get a bunny on my first outing, but I made him clean it. I am very allergic to the fur, see ;)
And there you go :) This is late, because I got distracted away from it, but, still, happy father's day :D