Well fellas, i just had another amazing traditional experience.
This may be a little long winded, and i will more than likely get choked up typing it.
Here goes-
One of my best friends in the whole world is an 87 year old man. Ive always been big buddies with him and have always loved him to death. Everyone loved him dearly, i never heard one unkind word about him. His name was Clemmon Trivvette. And here comes the tears. If i could only explain to you what this man ment to me i would, you see i never had a Grandpa, they both passed before i was born. Clemmon was my grandpa. I spent hundreds of hours rocking right beside him, talking about Hunting, fishing, his war storys, and most of all God.
I took Clemmon tons of game over the years, he would always have me kill a fawn a year for him. and i always came through for him. Clemmon was the most Godly man i have ever met, if i could be half the man he was, i will be content.
Well sunday morning i got the call that my life-long buddy had passed. As tears flooded my eyes i remembered all the sweet memories we made, memories i will never forget. i learned so muuch about life from him, i learned so much about God and his never ending mercy and love from him.
Today was his funeral. I fought threw the tears, and heartbreak as i had the honor of being a paul berrer (i dont know how thats spelled). I cry only for me, and all the other friends and family of this wonderful man, there is no doubt where Clemmon stands today, no one has to wonder where he went. Someday when my day comes i want people to say the same thing about me.
Clemmon loved the outdoors, he hunted fished and trapped any chance he got. Clemmon would always rather have had a button buck than a big buck. He was a meat hunter. He always loved when i killed him a button buck.
Right after the funeral, after much thought i decided to go hunting, Clem would have it no other way.
I was hunting an Apple tree, with tons of scrapes and rubs, and i was really buck hunting. Clemmon LOVED apples. i plucked one from a branch, and said " we.ll eat one together again someday buddy" i then climbed up a locust with my summit. I looked up and when i saw what was comming i felt sure that ole Clemmon had something to do with it, heading my way was a button buck.
Now i smiled. The beautiful deer came right to the tree wchich was 30 yards, to far for this ole boy. i bowed my head, and just as Clemmon taught me, prayed that Gods will be done, and just maybe he could send that deer to me. Well i said amen, and the deer turned and walked to me on a B-line.
He nibbled on an apple and ever so slowly turned. There was my opening. i picked a spot stared at it, became it, and said " this ones for you Clemmon" i drew, anchored, released, and my arrow went perfectly behind the shoulder. the deer turned and ran about 70 yards out in a field, started wobbling and fell over.
Whata rush!!!!!!!! tears came to my eyes as a chuckled. Clemmon would have been so proud. I prayed and thanked god, not only for my deer, but for the privilage of knowing clemmon, and most of all, for saving my soul.
Here are some pics, hes a very small deer, but just what Clemmon always wanted!!! I was using the PSE Woodsman i just got yesterday, #55, Easton Maxums, and 2 blade magnus broadheads. Sorry for the long post but i hope you enjoy!!!!
Topic: Death from Above! (Read 1990 times)
