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 I have started this article many times over the last few months, but could not find the right words to complete it. As many of you know I have spent the past few years, caring for my mother who had been in very bad health. I have missed my share of hunts and even more time away from the hunting industry that I had spent several years trying to build a face/name in. My mom, Joyce, called herself my biggest fan. Those of you who had been to her home even got to see the wall of fame she displayed proudly. All the hunts I had ever been on and all the trophies I had harvested, adorned her wall. It was the first thing you saw, when you entered her home. She was a very simple woman who had lived her whole life in a small town in northern Michigan. She loved the outdoors and especially liked the fall and watching the turning of the leaves . . . My mom may not have ventured far from her small town in Michigan, but through my stories, she traveled with me on every hunt and every place I have ever been. As her health worsened, one of her favorite pastimes became, listening to my stories of high adventure. I told her tales of great hunts, even if it were a squirrel hunt my son and I had gone on behind the house. She would force her Pastor to listen as she retold it to him the following Sunday. Poor Pastor Bowman. In my mom’s last years, I would have hunting friends over and camp out in the basement at her house. We would even get up for that early hunt and when we returned, we would share the day’s events with her. She was my biggest supporter in anything I have ever tried or done. I fumble for words now and it makes me smile. I have never been one with a loss of words! My mom would definitely be smiling if she knew. I know some of you have lost a parent and I have read the articles that some of you have written when you were ready. I thank you for sharing it with all of us. Death is a natural part of life and it brings peace to my heart knowing that my dear mother will walk with God and now rests in peace. I miss her little five-foot spunk and all her love and support she gave me. Eventually, I will come back to hunting and instead of telling her my story; I will know she is there with me. My mom past away on March 31, 2007. This summer I purchased a Mountain top in Northern Idaho, when I feel the time is right, I will hunt again.
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| My mom in 1941 with her long bow! |
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| My grandpa and mom on opening morning - 1940 |
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Joyce Elaine Lynnes ( AKA - Susan's Mom) I love and miss you Mom.
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