I would like to share something with you that has nothing to do with the outdoors or hunting but has everything to do with our lives as outdoors people.
This past Wednesday I said good bye to my Dad and my Hero as we buried him at Fort McPherson National Cemetery. He was not a famous, well known man to the world, but to his family and those who came into contact with him he was the biggest little man in the room. This poem that I am going to share with you tells a lot about my dad and what he taught me about life.
The strength of a man isn’t seen in the width of his shoulders. It’s in the width of his arms that encircle you.
The strength of a man isn’t in the deep tone of his voice. It’s in the gentle words he whispers.
The strength of a man isn’t how many buddies he has. It’s how good a buddy he is with his children.
The strength of a man isn’t in how respected he is at work. It’s in how respected he is at home.
The strength of a man isn’t how hard he hits. It’s in how tender he touches.
The strength of a man isn’t in the hair on his chest. It’s in his heart, that lies within his chest.
The strength of a man isn’t how may women he’s loved. It’s in being true to one woman.
Guys, before you go on your next fishing trip or that early morning turkey hunt take time to reflect on what kind of man you are to your family. They need you to be strong like you just read above and the best way to do that is to get your strength and direction from our Lord and Savior.
Good Hunting and take time in the early morning to look up and give thanks for the opportunity we have to pursue the game we are after. Russ Tobey