Some items you take hunting in remembrance of those passed.

[BOHO]

My friend Bruno from Kingsport TN passed away earlier this year and he gave me a knife and a hunting umbrella that mounts to a tree. I keep the knife in my bow box and it goes with me for any hunting trip I’m on. He was a great guy and friend.

[Sam McMichael]

My dad was a fisherman but not a hunter or target archer. None of my current gear came from him, but he gave me several firearms as gifts, though. I inherited a bunch of fishing tackle. What I do have are great memories that regularly come to mind while sitting on the stand.

[Kenny Henderson]

My kids had this Primos custom box call made for me in remembrance of my dad. Indiana’s turkey season always came in on a Wednesday so dad would pull me and my younger brother out of school Wednesday through Friday to hunt. This call brought me to tears when my kids presented it to me on Father’s Day, needless to say it goes with me whenever I’m in the turkey woods.

[2wfstlhunting]

I gave my Dad a  small fixed blade and a folder that I had gotten for him at the NY Custom knife show many years ago.  When he died at 88, I found them in his desk drawer. I carry the folder from time to time and the fixed blade into the field occasionally.  I have an unusual pattern bandana that I bought on a trip with my long gone and only hunting partner when we had  toured Arizona.  I kept it at the bottom of my hunting pack for years, but it would make me really sad every time that I realized that it was there.  I have retired it and try not to think about losing him to cancer at 65 years of age.  He fought  hard for 5 years, including a bear hunt in Alberta and a moose hunt in Newfoundland.  Sometimes thing like this do not make you feel closer, only sad and old

[gregg dudley]

GREAT thread.  Fifteen or more years ago, I bought my dad a Dwyer longbow for his birthday.  It is inscribed with his name and the year it was purchased.  The year after he died, I killed a deer with it.  It was quite possibly the smallest deer that I have ever killed, but is certainly one of my fondest deer hunting memories.  I was flat choked up over it.  I think that I will make it a point to knock the dust off of it and take it afield again soon.  I also have a few other trinkets of his that have made their way into my daypack including an old pocket knife and a grunt call.  They help me remember the literal hundreds of times that we hunted together over the years.

[Walt Francis]

The first time I went deer hunting (I was 27) my dad asked what knife I was taking.  I pulled out the 16” “Rambo” style survival knife and showed him.  He laughed, took the Schrade folder off his belt, and handed it to me saying this will work much better.  He was right, I have been carrying it on almost every hunt since 1985.
 
My brother Gary passed away, I have been taking his Buck 110 on most every hunt since.

When I can get into the field On Gary’s birthday, October 5th, I hunt with one of the three selfbows he built…just because.

[JakeD]

This wasn't somebody else's personal item, but....  When I got my first recurve, I ordered one from Black Widow.  I had the name "Colonel" put on it.  That's what everybody called my grandpa.  His real name was Cornelius, but I don't think that I ever heard anybody call him anything but Colonel.  He wasn't a hunter or a fisherman, but he always teased me and my brothers about our hunting and would laugh about our miscues that we had as young kids trying to bag a deer.  He loved to see us have success, and was as good of a grandpa that a kid could ask for.  I just figured that since he never hunted with us, this was my way of taking him along with me.  I really miss him.

[Mike Bolin]

This season I carried one of Richard Jackson's self-nocked arrows in my quiver. Early season I wore a Mossy Oak jacket that belonged to Roger Rothhaar.

[Terry Lightle]

A compass given to me by George Kennedy

[Tom]

I sometimes carry a sheath knife that my grandfather bought in Germany ( pre wwII). The original sheath has rotted but if I can find another Pop will stroll with me again. He bird hunted and fly fished but gave it up before I was old enough to hunt. He did give me my first shotgun and .22- L.C.Smith and Winchester 1906 pump. prized gifts.

[Tom1958]

A Cross.

[Gdpolk]

Family guns
Family knives
My main bow has antler on it from one of my most mature bucks on public land with a family hunt
Arrows from components that were gifts from my wife
Knives that were gifts from my wife
Game calls handmade by a buddy of mine
Binoculars that were a 30th birthday gift from the whole family
Lots of my gear has sentimental value

[buckeyebowhunter]

I shot this doe on October 26th of 2021. I shot it with an Easton 2219 that was my grandfather's. It is the last of the arrows that were his that I acquired after he passed. I shot her with a recurve that I built myself. I am more proud of this doe than any of the bucks on my wall. It meant everything to me and I'm sure he helped guide that arrow where it needed to go. This is a fantastic thread and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't getting choked up reading through these stories.

[tippit]

I take my Dad with me (his ashes in a little leather pouch). If I harvest something, I'll leave his ashes in the woods...tippit

[SlowBowKing]

Loving this thread.

I started Trad hunting three seasons ago, the year after my dad passed. I killed my first (and only so far) Trad buck with his old Ben Pearson Raider that I inherited from him. The bow limb gave out the next season just before the opener…I guess it was telling me it had done what it was meant to do.

Dad and I were the same height and I’m now about the weight he was for most of his adult life, so I often wear his hunting clothes.