Nice deer. I hope I'm still able to go after them when I'm 74, even 84. Still, I hear that what's waiting for on "the other side" is even better. My dad left at 54. Two full years after that, I went to the big oak where he killed his last deer. I found evidence of his presence there, and I cried. You are so fortunate to still have your father. Things you want to say to him, say 'em.