Thinking of my dad

[Axman]

I had posted this a few years back on the other site. His birthday is the 12th of this month.

Mineral Co WVa 1966
Here's a picture of a buck my dad Terry Joy shot way back.
He built the gun a 50cal full stock. Percussion I think,but not sure and wish I could ask him as he's been gone for 17yrs now.

He use to tell me about the 16lb rifle he hunted with and the pic says 50cal 16lb muzzleloader. I told him guys in gun mags complained about 9lb guns and he said that this gun wasn't that bad to carry.

He was 34 at the time and had worked in a brick factory for 12 yrs and would handle 15 to 18 thousand 7lb bricks a day and loved it.
Thanks for a great forum,
Jim

 

[JWFilips]

That is one Mean looking full stock! You should be proud of him ....but I know you are!
Great post!
Jim

 

[StrawHat]

My Pop passed in 1999. There hasn’t been a day gone by that I have not missed him. I talk to him daily.

Stay in touch with your Dad, he still has things to teach you.

Kevin

 

[Rally]

Same here StrawHat. Lost my Dad December 2018. We hunted and fished together so much it hardly seems the same now. Couldn't bring myself to fish at all last summer, just didn't seem right. Cleaned the boats out this spring and found one of his lures (Johnson Silver Minnow) under his seat in the front of my boat, that was tough. I can still remember him catching me by the hood of my sweatshirt, from falling down a shear cliff we were casting from when I was about 4 or 5. I can't tell you how many times I helped him get in or out of the boat, after a long day of fishing, and he couldn't get his legs to work quite right, in the later years. Seems there must have been a "Change of the Guard" in there somewhere, but I'm not sure either of us could have told you when that happened. I'm pretty sure we were in a boat, on a tailgate, a make shift shelter somewhere, or on lunch break on the jobsite, when we solved all the world's problems. The boat just doesn't ride right without him in it.

 

[Hawk]

Yep, my Dad always took me hunting and fishing with him when I was little.
I always took him with me as he got older.
He passed in 2008.
He was my best friend and I still miss him.

 

[CZ93X62]

We lost my Dad to cancer in Aug 1994. He and some of his friends taught me how to hunt, fish, reload ammo, cast bullets, do good police work, and own what you stand for and believe in.

 

[L Ross]

How a man could have the patience to put a 3 year old boy on his shoulders and march through an old beaver bog to get to a tiny little trout stream, and spend the precious little time he had off back then just.........Dads are special.

 

[StrawHat]

Pop taught me a lot. After he retired, he took up golf! I made it a point to play at least twice a month with him. One day, he said “Let’s just play nine.” Maybe a year later, he would get a cart. Then we might play 4 or maybe 6 before he would head to the car. Towards the end, we would pay for nine and he and I would head for #1. He also shot first. Most of the time, good hits. I would say “wish mine were like that”. Here, let me show you how, and he would hit a second one. “Play mine for me, I’ll meet you at the car.” I would play the two balls and head for the car.

How I wish he would drive one for me again.

Kevin