Sorry to hear of your loss, but those memories are wonderful.
My Dad starting taking me to check his trapline when I was 18 months old. His friends thought he was crazy,but I loved it. To this day, I can look back and vividly remember most of our hunting and camping outings as if they just happened. My Dad is still with us, though his hunting has tapered way off at 80 years old.
When my kids were born, it was time to start the cycle over and at legal hunting age (12 in Montana), I was more excited for them to get an animal than I was for myself. Those proud moments you talk about are oh so real.
Thanks again for sharing and helping me remember.
My prayers are with you.