Just another spike

When thinking of the deer woods, I compare it to what it can teach me about life. Lessons from paying attention to the little details, to noticing things in a different light.

My hunting has been about me and my fun. I never realized how selfish I was until my oldest son started hunting with me this year. I made a terrible teacher, not because I didn't want to share my experience, but because I didn't try to make it the best experience he had ever had. If things didn't go as planned, my plans, I made it a miserable experience for him. It is a wonder that he ever wanted to go with me again. He still does. It is amazing how much boys will endure for Dad's approval. I hope that I don't let him down. Watching a spike follow after bigger bucks reminded me of this again. Spikes watch as the big boys do things. Then try to mimic what they see. Sound familiar? Our sons do the same with us. I have seen spikes turn into 8 pointers and I've seen them stay spikes for many years. I hope my son can grow into a better man than me and not into just another spike!