Today we released an episode on our YouTube channel that came with some trepidation for me. It was a deer hunt back home where I grew up in Big Falls, Minnesota. I was there to help raise money to get our school a shooting team, being they were one of the few schools in MN without one.
The trepidation came from trying to tell a story about my Dad, in a way that would show his good sides and the positives I inherited from him that I didn't realize until he had passed. He died of alcoholism at age 62, with the last ten years of his life being borderline non-functioning. Being the oldest of three, I got to see some of the ugly parts that cost him his marriage, many friendships, his business, and the land he lived on. Due to his drinking, he and I didn't have that great of a relationship, other than hunting season when he seemed to be able to lay off the jug for a while.
Since his death in 2004, I've grown to be more mature and understanding of the struggles people have and the difficulty life's challenges can be for them. I've let go of the rough memories caused by his drinking and associated disruptions. I've found many parts of my life that he has influenced, most of which were hunting and outdoors. I struggled to understand his ways at the time, but the benefit of age and memories has made it easier to see what he was trying to accomplish, however interrupted his life was by drinking. I wish his life would have been different, yet in a strange way, I am thankful for all that those experiences, both good and bad, taught me about life and about him.
The crew had been after me for a few years to go home and try to tell the story of hunting culture, sharing, community, and the old camps that mean so much to so many. Here it is.
The trepidation came from trying to tell a story about my Dad, in a way that would show his good sides and the positives I inherited from him that I didn't realize until he had passed. He died of alcoholism at age 62, with the last ten years of his life being borderline non-functioning. Being the oldest of three, I got to see some of the ugly parts that cost him his marriage, many friendships, his business, and the land he lived on. Due to his drinking, he and I didn't have that great of a relationship, other than hunting season when he seemed to be able to lay off the jug for a while.
Since his death in 2004, I've grown to be more mature and understanding of the struggles people have and the difficulty life's challenges can be for them. I've let go of the rough memories caused by his drinking and associated disruptions. I've found many parts of my life that he has influenced, most of which were hunting and outdoors. I struggled to understand his ways at the time, but the benefit of age and memories has made it easier to see what he was trying to accomplish, however interrupted his life was by drinking. I wish his life would have been different, yet in a strange way, I am thankful for all that those experiences, both good and bad, taught me about life and about him.
The crew had been after me for a few years to go home and try to tell the story of hunting culture, sharing, community, and the old camps that mean so much to so many. Here it is.