Thanks guys for all your kind words.  

The photos were fun to dig out from days that have passed.  From left to right.  Dad, The Colonel< at some unknown function.  Probably the annual summer training period.  He loved artillery where he spent most of his career.  2. Dad, me, and my oldest daughter with her first deer taken at my ranch.  Shot it with dad’s rifle which I have also shot a few deer.  Three generations.  3. His memorial service complete with things that defined dad.  His cammo gloves from hunting,  a couple of daredevil fishing lures for trolling for pike, a photo of mom and dad, a set of antlers, and spent 30-06 cartridge, his dress blues hat, a flag of Poland, dog tags, Crown Royal, desk top name plate, and his flag.  4. Sgt Puzio at Camp Grayling, MI.  144,00 acres that he loved.  5.  Dad and I bringing home 12 mallards, 2 teal, 2 scaup, and a gadwall from a south Louisiana duck hunt.  A damn good day in 2000.  6.  Heading out in is boat for the big one!  7. We killed some geese this day!  13 total.  8.  The last deer he shot.  My brother and I hunted with him.  It was right at dark and he did not believe the deer had antlers.  Just trust me dad.  We found it the next morning under 2 inches of fresh snow.

And if you want to read one of the finest short stories about crossing on to the next place that we go read this.  I found it more than 20 years ago in a hard bound book and have read it several times.  Never more poignantly than last week.   http://www.fieldandstream.com/articles/hunting/2010/04/fs-classic-original-unedited-manuscript-corey-fords-road-tinkhamtown

Michael