Sometimes I think there are two kinds of people in the world: Those who still have their dad around and those who don't.
Now don't get me wrong, I know the aging process is natural and we all have a limited amount of time on this rock that revolves around the sun. What I mean is if we live to a reasonable time, in our old age we will experience the passing of our father. (And our mother. I'm not forgetting Mom here, we are just talking about Dad right now.)
Most all of us who consider ourselves outdoorsmen (that includes the girls, too, remember?) know we owe a great debt to Dad, the guy who took us from a little kid who wanted to go along but got cold a lot, was always hungry and required a lot of special attention to take to the woods and water to go hunting and fishing.