wisconsinteacher
Handloader
- Dec 2, 2010
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Growing up in northern WI, everyone had a 30-06 for deer hunting except one guy. He had a 7mmRM and every season he would sit over a huge swamp and put that Ruger M77 to work. Every time I heard him shoot, I would get excited and head for his stand to help him out because I knew something was down.
I also knew at a young age what true friendship was and this same person showed that in every way to me. When I was little, my mom asked me who my best friend was and after thinking about it, I said, "Gib". She was surprised I didn't say one of my other buddies my age but she laughed and said, "he is a great guy".
As I grew up, Gib and I shared a lot of time together in the woods and on the water. He was always there for me and willing to help a kid out. We had tree stands next to each other and together shot a lot of deer and caught a lot of fish. The times together were great. He was like an uncle to me even though we were not blood relatives.
About 9 months ago, we found out he had cancer and as I shot my late father-in-laws 7mmRM yesterday, all I could think about has him and Gib and all the great times. We knew time was getting close and when the phone rang this morning, I was not suprized to hear that my best buddy is now up in heaven looking down on us. I had to go downstairs and reload some 7mmRM in his honor and I plan on using the 7mm Mag this season while thinking about him. I don't hunt where him and I use to, but I think, I will make a point to walk back to his stand and say hello to my old buddy.
I will never hear or see the words 7mmRM and not think of him.
I also knew at a young age what true friendship was and this same person showed that in every way to me. When I was little, my mom asked me who my best friend was and after thinking about it, I said, "Gib". She was surprised I didn't say one of my other buddies my age but she laughed and said, "he is a great guy".
As I grew up, Gib and I shared a lot of time together in the woods and on the water. He was always there for me and willing to help a kid out. We had tree stands next to each other and together shot a lot of deer and caught a lot of fish. The times together were great. He was like an uncle to me even though we were not blood relatives.
About 9 months ago, we found out he had cancer and as I shot my late father-in-laws 7mmRM yesterday, all I could think about has him and Gib and all the great times. We knew time was getting close and when the phone rang this morning, I was not suprized to hear that my best buddy is now up in heaven looking down on us. I had to go downstairs and reload some 7mmRM in his honor and I plan on using the 7mm Mag this season while thinking about him. I don't hunt where him and I use to, but I think, I will make a point to walk back to his stand and say hello to my old buddy.
I will never hear or see the words 7mmRM and not think of him.
