A couple of years ago my world came to a grinding halt.
The doctors determined that I had Stage IIIC colon cancer.
That cancer at that stage, has about a 50% chance of survival at 5 years.
For some time, even after my chemotherapy ended, I stopped living.
More recently, I decided to get back into the swing of things. I am obviously part of the 50% that lives.
Now that I have made that realization and determination, I need to become part of the lives of my family again.
I want to go hunting with my sons.
I want to build that memory with them, so they can carry it on in their lives.
Because school schedules keep everybody jumping, we need to be able to hunt something whenever we can get free at the same time.
This leaves us (in Ohio) coyote and wild boar. In some states, they are more plentiful than others, so we would be happy to travel.
As we understand it, boar hunting is almost a public service.
This is what worries me about this undertaking:
I don't want to come back from the hunt with my boys disappointed.
They aren't little children. One is 17. the other will be 19 soon, but nevertheless, I don't want the key feature of this time, to be disappointment..
We've been through the Hunter Safety Course.
We each have a rifle with which we are proficient. (the boys each have an AR in 300 BLK and I have an AR in .308, but for this I may build up a 300 BLK for myself.)
All three of us are proficient marksmen.
We don't attempt to fool ourselves.
We're great at hunting the paper or steel that has been placed down range.
Shooting things that may charge or run off into the brush is another matter altogether.