10 years ago, I had the privilege of being invited to hunt hogs in SC with my friend Jerry Pierce. Dean Torges, Cliff Huntington, and some great guys I hadn't met would be there to share a week's hunt.
As a responsible husband and father, busy businessman, and fifth-generation farmer, it would have been most like me to say "thank you" and pass on the opportunity. Because of my respect for Jerry and the honor of being asked, I cleared it with my bride and found a way to go.
I had an amazing week I'll remember forever, killed my first pig (with my Choctaw recurve), and made some lifelong friends. That weekend, I brought some of Jerry's stuff back with me to Illinois, and he headed to MS to see his son Lenny before heading home. I never saw him again...
The day a week later when I was going to stop by his house to see him and return his cooler and gear, I got THE call. Jerry had died from a sudden heart attack. For the rest of my life, I'll cherish our last hunt, and thank the Lord that for some reason, somehow, I took that trip. I'm so, SO glad I didn't pass up the opportunity.
I don't tell this to try to be dramatic, but to say there are times when the seemingly "responsible" thing isn't the best course to take. I'll always be thankful for this time that I chose a little time for friends, a bit of time for myself, and built a memory I'll cherish for a lifetime.
Miss you, Buddy!
Daryl