Most first hunts are passed down from father to son—but every now and then, the roles reverse. At 62 years old, my dad had never set foot in the woods as a hunter. That changed with one simple sentence and a spring afternoon in the turkey woods, where what started as an introduction to hunting quickly became something a lot bigger than either of us expected. My Dad had never hunted a day in his life. Having recently retired, he now had a good bit of free time on his hands.