bspicer4
Greenie
This is actual an old find, in fact i found this when i was about 15. My father relic hunts so my whole life ive been raised hunting. There was three of us that day, My father, his friend, and me, and it was hot. This was not one of those stories where the point is barely showing and you pray its whole, no i think Ray Charles could have found this point in the dark!! It was laying flat on top of the ground in the middle of a tobacco row. It is by far the best find of my life and means more to me than any amount of money. I have been offered a $1000 for it and though i dont think its worth that i still would not sell it.
So why i am posting something that is a find from years ago??
Well its simple. The snow has got me stuck inside and going through boxes and putting stuff in cases and thinking.
There are some things in life that mean more than you can put words to. My old man is still around and i talk to him daily but we don't hunt together as much as we did at one time. I have started into my life and family and he is well into his. When i was little there was a feeling i got when i was hunting with him, a feeling that he was teaching me in those miles of tobacco fields. He was teaching to only about what i was finding but about life too. About growing and becoming what i wanted in life. I use to walk behind him trying to catch up and trying to walk in his large footprints and making his big stride. But now i notice everyday i use a little of something i learned in those fields and realize what that time meant to me. One day soon i know that the tables will turn and he will walk behind trying to match my stride, I can say now that when that day does come i will slow down. Not to let him catch up but to simply say Thanks!
So why i am posting something that is a find from years ago??
Well its simple. The snow has got me stuck inside and going through boxes and putting stuff in cases and thinking.
There are some things in life that mean more than you can put words to. My old man is still around and i talk to him daily but we don't hunt together as much as we did at one time. I have started into my life and family and he is well into his. When i was little there was a feeling i got when i was hunting with him, a feeling that he was teaching me in those miles of tobacco fields. He was teaching to only about what i was finding but about life too. About growing and becoming what i wanted in life. I use to walk behind him trying to catch up and trying to walk in his large footprints and making his big stride. But now i notice everyday i use a little of something i learned in those fields and realize what that time meant to me. One day soon i know that the tables will turn and he will walk behind trying to match my stride, I can say now that when that day does come i will slow down. Not to let him catch up but to simply say Thanks!
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HH in 2010 
I always have eyes on the ground, so I hope one graces my sight.






