In 1994, my daddy was diagnosed with cancer. He underwent medical trials, medical experiments, many operations, radiation therapy and chemotherapy. He was a medical miracle and overcame the initial onslaught of the ravages of cancer.
One of the many things he enjoyed, was hunting season. However, without the strength and stamina required for the hunt, he reluctantly bowed out and waited to hear trophy stories from nearby hunters.
I cut each of these hunting pictographs for him hoping to lessen his disappointment of not being able to join the hunt.