Memories revisited

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Got to put some deer burger on the ground this morning, but the most exciting part was getting to use this knife. This Buck knife has skinned many, and I mean many deer. But, the majority was by the man whose initials are engraved into the blade: Billy Byrd. He was my grandad, and passed away about 20 years a ago, but his love for deer hunting was passed on to me, and every time I get to use this knife I am reminded of why I deer hunt.


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Very good.
Great memories right there.
My grandpa taught me to fish. And squirrel hunt as well.
He passed away in 1969. I talked to him the night before he passed away and he was planning on taking me to Cedar Creek Reservoir to catch some crappie.
It is amazing what an influence your grandparents have on their kids and grand kids.
My dad passed away in 2005 and I wear his wedding ring as mine to this day.

grandads are always "almost" better than dads , we were chatting about it the other day .
grandpa will give you anything you want ,but by golly dad will make you work for it .
nice read my friend

That’s cool, my dad used the same knife and after he passed I kept on using it. My brother bought me one of my own so we could retire dads. Now my son is hunting and he has his eye on mine. Good memories for sure.

Great memories for sure, and a great knife.

Just like the Buck knife represents a long lasting symbol of craftsmanship, integrity and endurance... so it is with the great legacy of sportsmanship... and I thank you for summing it up so concisely.

The sport of deer hunting (hunting in general) ; like crappie fishing (fishing in general) were both born as the great legacies of our forefathers... our dads, grand dads and great grandads that we should never take for granted. I believe your post does much to bring that huge heritage to a much more personal and very down to earth and practical view that each and every one of us would do well to hold tight to.

I remember a time when I would rather deer hunt than eat when I was hungry... and during those many years of hunting that I was richly blessed by, I have taken many deer and many other wild game animals. In the 63 years of my life: I have learned that there is great heritage and an even greater responsibility that can be found in hunting and fishing that carries with it a deep and abiding respect and humility for life itself; that is the lives of those who taught these things to us and certainly the lives of the critters whose lives we take; and the even greater importance of protecting these things by always doing the best possible things to conserve such things in order that our generation learn these things, enjoy these things and pass the love and respect for these things along to the next generations.

It's ironic to me that you posted this thread... only because just the other day I was going through my hunting stuff and happened up on a Buck knife exactly like the one you shared in your thread... and I remember standing there holding it and staring at it... not only remembering all of the deer that it has skinned out and processed... but that my late father gave me that knife when I was about 17 years old when he saw that I had reached the place in my life that I had satisfied his tests that I had what it took to be a true sportsman and not just a shooter. Thanks for posting this thread.