The sun rose this past Sunday on opening morning of dove season. Birds were flying at daybreak and I was ready with shotgun in hand.
Saturday, the day before the season opened, I had received a phone call that my grandfather had passed away after a short battle with cancer. My grandpa had a passion for the outdoors that was contagious, and I always looked up to him as an outdoorsman and a gentleman. From a fairly young age, he took me fishing and plinking in the hills of Pennsylvania and instilled a love for the outdoors in me. All these memories came rushing back as we remembered his life this weekend back east. Gramps, you will be missed.