Below I have pasted one entry from October in 2012 from a deer hunting trip we made to Tonasket. I remember well my dad overdoing it with pizza and beer the night before and having reflux. He woke up on Sunday morning declaring, "I'm not going with you. I didn't sleep well last night. You're on your own." So Joe and I stormed off in search of deer. All we stumbled across was a herd of cows. That ended up being the last time I went hunting with my dad and brother.
I followed Joe and my dad back to Richland and spent a couple of days there before heading back to Bothell. On the way home my brother texted me saying that my dad was telling him all about his fishing and hunting adventures. He texted saying, "I'm pretending I'm interested." 😁
Here is the entry: