Here is my regret, do you have one?

MY REGRET
First let me say even though I have ruffled a few feathers and got some bent ones too, I really appreciate being on here with you guys, everyone of you.
Now my story. Dad and I started fishing at a very early age, I’d say about 1944 give or take a bit. As for hunting I started about 12 give or take a few years. I remember I think 1948 I was a little too young, but what I enjoyed was watching and listening thru the floor register that was located under my bed and gave a view of the Kitchen where Dad’s hunting buddies would come over about 3am for breakfast and had a good time laughing and BSing and as a little kid I got to spy on them. When I started I had save my money and bought a real good Winchester Model 94 .30-30 lever action. I used that until I joined the Navy. When I got out in 1960 Dad gave me a Star gauged .3006 Springfield barreled action he bought thru the NRA. I ordered a fancy Walnut rough stock with a Monte Carlo cheek piece. I drew filed the barrel to get the lath marks off and had a gunsmith cut and Crown the barrel to remove the front sight dove tail. I then finished the stock and sealed really well and glass bedded the barreled action. I put Aluminum pillars in for the action screws to go up thru so there would be no compression changes during changing temps. I free floated the barrel so I could slide a dollar bill the length of the barrel channel without it binding. That rifle shot so good and never changed because of weather. Every year I would take it out to my rifle club’s out door range to check the rifle out before hunting season. It is a 100 yard range so I set the sights to shoot 2” high at 100 yards which would put the 180 gr. Bullet dead on at 200 yards. About the max people might shoot in Western Washington. We were partners forever. He was an amazing individual. He wanted a jet sled for river Steelhead and Salmon fishing so one day he went over to the next town to see a store bought sled someone he knew had. Dad took some measurements and come home and ordered some extra long Marine Plywood and built that sled also using some special African wood for the other parts of the sled. Our LAST fishing trip on the Cowlitz river was 10/23/77. We had launched at a lower boat launch and motored up river with the 50 hp Merc that had a jet pump on it. We were fishing and all of a sudden he said Son you need to get me home. I knew it was a heart attack. He had had his first one in 1963 while I was at the University of Washington. That first one was mild and he at that time just went home to sit on the couch, Dam it! Any way I am screaming down river with the throttle maxed out. There is a slight narrowing on the Cowlitz at the Steelhead/Trout hatchery on Blue creek. I have fished it many times, shoulder to shoulder. I went screaming thru there and of course the fishermen were pissed thinking I was some inconsiderate boater and were cussing me giving me the finger and throwing rocks at me. I didn’t care I was worried about DAD and just returned the finger to them. I got the boat loaded and drove to the house as he insisted and it took considerable effort to talk him into letting me drive him to the small Hospital where I had been born decades before. It is now an assisted living place. Dad never made it past midnight. Waiting up there I was asked if I wanted to see him after he had passed, I declined, wanting to remember him as he was, my Dad and Hunting and Fishing PARTNER. My REGRET is I never started making custom rods until after he passed. I could have made him some very special rods and replace the Store bought ones. When he passed it was very hard on me, He not only was my DAD, but he was my Hunting and Fishing partner I lost that in a blink of an eye.

Here is my regret, do you have one?

MY REGRET
First let me say even though I have ruffled a few feathers and got some bent ones too, I really appreciate being on here with you guys, everyone of you.
Now my story. Dad and I started fishing at a very early age, I’d say about 1944 give or take a bit. As for hunting I started about 12 give or take a few years. I remember I think 1948 I was a little too young, but what I enjoyed was watching and listening thru the floor register that was located under my bed and gave a view of the Kitchen where Dad’s hunting buddies would come over about 3am for breakfast and had a good time laughing and BSing and as a little kid I got to spy on them. When I started I had save my money and bought a real good Winchester Model 94 .30-30 lever action. I used that until I joined the Navy. When I got out in 1960 Dad gave me a Star gauged .3006 Springfield barreled action he bought thru the NRA. I ordered a fancy Walnut rough stock with a Monte Carlo cheek piece. I drew filed the barrel to get the lath marks off and had a gunsmith cut and Crown the barrel to remove the front sight dove tail. I then finished the stock and sealed really well and glass bedded the barreled action. I put Aluminum pillars in for the action screws to go up thru so there would be no compression changes during changing temps. I free floated the barrel so I could slide a dollar bill the length of the barrel channel without it binding. That rifle shot so good and never changed because of weather. Every year I would take it out to my rifle club’s out door range to check the rifle out before hunting season. It is a 100 yard range so I set the sights to shoot 2” high at 100 yards which would put the 180 gr. Bullet dead on at 200 yards. About the max people might shoot in Western Washington. We were partners forever. He was an amazing individual. He wanted a jet sled for river Steelhead and Salmon fishing so one day he went over to the next town to see a store bought sled someone he knew had. Dad took some measurements and come home and ordered some extra long Marine Plywood and built that sled also using some special African wood for the other parts of the sled. Our LAST fishing trip on the Cowlitz river was 10/23/77. We had launched at a lower boat launch and motored up river with the 50 hp Merc that had a jet pump on it. We were fishing and all of a sudden he said Son you need to get me home. I knew it was a heart attack. He had had his first one in 1963 while I was at the University of Washington. That first one was mild and he at that time just went home to sit on the couch, Dam it! Any way I am screaming down river with the throttle maxed out. There is a slight narrowing on the Cowlitz at the Steelhead/Trout hatchery on Blue creek. I have fished it many times, shoulder to shoulder. I went screaming thru there and of course the fishermen were pissed thinking I was some inconsiderate boater and were cussing me giving me the finger and throwing rocks at me. I didn’t care I was worried about DAD and just returned the finger to them. I got the boat loaded and drove to the house as he insisted and it took considerable effort to talk him into letting me drive him to the small Hospital where I had been born decades before. It is now an assisted living place. Dad never made it past midnight. Waiting up there I was asked if I wanted to see him after he had passed, I declined, wanting to remember him as he was, my Dad and Hunting and Fishing PARTNER. My REGRET is I never started making custom rods until after he passed. I could have made him some very special rods and replace the Store bought ones. When he passed it was very hard on me, He not only was my DAD, but he was my Hunting and Fishing partner I lost that in a blink of an eye.

Here is my regret, do you have one?

MY REGRET
First let me say even though I have ruffled a few feathers and got some bent ones too, I really appreciate being on here with you guys, everyone of you.
Now my story. Dad and I started fishing at a very early age, I’d say about 1944 give or take a bit. As for hunting I started about 12 give or take a few years. I remember I think 1948 I was a little too young, but what I enjoyed was watching and listening thru the floor register that was located under my bed and gave a view of the Kitchen where Dad’s hunting buddies would come over about 3am for breakfast and had a good time laughing and BSing and as a little kid I got to spy on them. When I started I had save my money and bought a real good Winchester Model 94 .30-30 lever action. I used that until I joined the Navy. When I got out in 1960 Dad gave me a Star gauged .3006 Springfield barreled action he bought thru the NRA. I ordered a fancy Walnut rough stock with a Monte Carlo cheek piece. I drew filed the barrel to get the lath marks off and had a gunsmith cut and Crown the barrel to remove the front sight dove tail. I then finished the stock and sealed really well and glass bedded the barreled action. I put Aluminum pillars in for the action screws to go up thru so there would be no compression changes during changing temps. I free floated the barrel so I could slide a dollar bill the length of the barrel channel without it binding. That rifle shot so good and never changed because of weather. Every year I would take it out to my rifle club’s out door range to check the rifle out before hunting season. It is a 100 yard range so I set the sights to shoot 2” high at 100 yards which would put the 180 gr. Bullet dead on at 200 yards. About the max people might shoot in Western Washington. We were partners forever. He was an amazing individual. He wanted a jet sled for river Steelhead and Salmon fishing so one day he went over to the next town to see a store bought sled someone he knew had. Dad took some measurements and come home and ordered some extra long Marine Plywood and built that sled also using some special African wood for the other parts of the sled. Our LAST fishing trip on the Cowlitz river was 10/23/77. We had launched at a lower boat launch and motored up river with the 50 hp Merc that had a jet pump on it. We were fishing and all of a sudden he said Son you need to get me home. I knew it was a heart attack. He had had his first one in 1963 while I was at the University of Washington. That first one was mild and he at that time just went home to sit on the couch, Dam it! Any way I am screaming down river with the throttle maxed out. There is a slight narrowing on the Cowlitz at the Steelhead/Trout hatchery on Blue creek. I have fished it many times, shoulder to shoulder. I went screaming thru there and of course the fishermen were pissed thinking I was some inconsiderate boater and were cussing me giving me the finger and throwing rocks at me. I didn’t care I was worried about DAD and just returned the finger to them. I got the boat loaded and drove to the house as he insisted and it took considerable effort to talk him into letting me drive him to the small Hospital where I had been born decades before. It is now an assisted living place. Dad never made it past midnight. Waiting up there I was asked if I wanted to see him after he had passed, I declined, wanting to remember him as he was, my Dad and Hunting and Fishing PARTNER. My REGRET is I never started making custom rods until after he passed. I could have made him some very special rods and replace the Store bought ones. When he passed it was very hard on me, He not only was my DAD, but he was my Hunting and Fishing partner I lost that in a blink of an eye.