Prose Poem

Every time we went out hunting he took it. There where newer, there were better… But he couldn’t let her. My father owns that shotgun since I have memory and he loves it.  It’s a heavy, wooden 12 caliber, very good at its time. I always asked him why didn’t he use a newer one, but he told me he liked that one. It was like one of the things you get attached to and feel comfortable or secure with it. Probably it´s the first shotgun he bought and that why he feels so attached to it. There was one time we went hunting in Lerma, I think its in Puebla, we went duck hunting, I was around 4 years old and it was an extremely cold day, it was one of my first hunting trip and probably my dad took his shotgun since there. We took a dog we had, his´ name was Chester, like the tiger in the chips, we was supposed to be trained for hunting but we couldn’t control it.

The best experiences I’ve had and the best interaction between my dad and I have been hunting. My grandfather did it with his dad when he was a kid, my father did it with my grand father when he was a kid, now I do it with my father since almost 15 years ago.

People say the worst hunting day is better than the best workday. Every time we go out hunting I notice the joy is my father, being there, father and son, enjoying the nature, interacting with other people that feel the same passion as you for the activity, it´s one of the best experiences I’ve had.

During season we go every week, sometimes more than once a week, and I feel my dad and myself in a better mood, when we are off season my dad goes golfing, I can notice he doesn’t enjoy it as he enjoys hunting, he is a 24 handicap and sometimes plays better, but even when he plays bad he doesn’t get the satisfaction that hunting gives him.

Lately my dad his beginning to change his shotgun to a newer one, no he feels better with this one, its here when I can realize that nothing lasts forever and we shouldn’t get too attached to material things, they could have an economical and an emotional value, but at the end the most valuable things are the memory you get with them.

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