Dear Susan,
I read your article on Bowhunting.net and was really moved. I grew up in a bow hunting family, and one of the best memories I have, are when my father would take us on hunting trips. Until about a year and a half ago, I hadn't picked up a bow since I was about 16, in 1974. My father died in the early 80s, and to this day I still dream of being with him, only I know in the dream that it can't be real. I think that's part of what got me back into archery. The equipment I have today is simply incredible compared to what we used to shoot, and I think how much fun my dad would have had hunting with this stuff. But it wasn't the equipment that mattered, there was something so special about those trips. What ever else was going on in the world didn't matter. I can go to the local field range here in San Diego on almost any weekday and be completely alone. It's neat, I feel like I can spend time with my dad, because that part of him still lives in me. The family is under such attack in our country these days. I was really blessed by the picture of your family together. Don't ever take the time you have together for granted, it's never enough...Jeff Meyers
PS I think it would be really inspiring to read an article of a family hunt, even if you didn't even get a gopher.