Corky and George Richardson - a Man and His Son Are of the Same Mind and Hunting Runs Through It
What I like about hunting with my dad is we are kindred spirits. We can leave camp. I can go one way, and Dad can head in another direction. Usually, within 4 hours of not having seen each other, we’ll be standing or sitting on the same rock, even though we never planned to meet that morning. Whatever I’ve learned from him, and whatever I’ve taught him, we both seem to have the same mind.
