My dad is an outdoorsman. My brothers and I like to joke that he is one of the last true cowboys. He doesn't ride the range out west, but he's as tough as they come and possesses that "no nonsense, tell it like it is" personality that makes me think of The Duke himself. Growing up, I wasn't the prissiest of girls, but I still didn't have much love for my dad's hobbies. Guns terrified me, dead animals made me squeamish (even if they were killed to be cooked for dinner) and the sight of a poor fish on a hook brought tears to my eyes. I was way too sensitive for such a tough guy, but he held a special soft spot for me. Now that I'm older, I look back and see that more than ever.
My dad holds a big love for books and movies, much like myself, but we would almost never agree on the type of books and movies we love. My childhood memories are full of seeing Saturday morning Bonanza episodes, Louis L'Amour books stacked around my dad's chair, and a spaghetti western on the TV everytime he could find one. To this day, I believe he is the sole reason the Encore Western channel continues to run. And while those films don't typically interest me, there is one my dad and I both love - Tombstone.
If you have never seen this movie, I highly recommend it. Even if, like me, you're not much into westerns. It's just a good, suspenseful movie - no matter the type. This scene shows Wyatt Earp getting ready to enact vengeance on those outlaw cowboys who have wronged him so. It reminds me so much of my dad - always strong, right and good. And I still know that he's there to support me in every way I need...no matter how tough he is, I can always count on a good, sturdy shoulder to cry on.
Happy Friday, everyone! And to all the dads out there - I hope next Sunday brings you a wonderful Father's Day!