Thanks for sharing Jason--I'm sure your grandpa is proud.
These threads always hit a note with me, because I never got to know one of my grandfathers (he passed before I was born) and the other died when I was very young--I remember him, but just barely. Everything I've heard about both has been what humble, honest, hard working men they were. My paternal grandpa was known for rabbit hunting with rocks--too poor to buy a gun or ammo when he was young, he learned to use what was available--from what I've been told, if he had three rocks in his hand when a rabbit came out (using a dog no less), it was a dead rabbit. I always love to hear stories about them, or most anyone's grandpa.
My own father was a hunter, but a totally different type than is even accepted today--he hunted for food, and the methods that were common back then would be scoffed at today--different time, different place. He never had time to show me much--he worked all the time, and when he went hunting it wasn't as a pasttime--it was to get meat. I don't begrudge him for that, as I never had to worry about food on the table, but I wish we'd been able to spend more time in the woods together. He's still around, but isn't physically able to hunt.
I plan for my son to have stories to tell about the two of us roaming the woods together--and at least he will have fishing stories to tell about him and his grandpa. Hopefully I'll hang around long enough for my grandson(s) and/or granddaughter(s) to have a few stories to share (my son isn't quite 13 yet, so that will hopefully be a while).
Cherish those memories....
Chad