Hunting With Poppop Too

(Verse 1)

Dad was the kind of man who showed up, no matter the storm or the day

Taught Dylan and me right from wrong in that steady, gentle way

Held us through the highs and lows, even when we made it hard

Loved us with a quiet strength that built the men we are

Now we’re fathers, of our own boys, trying to walk the path he knew

Hoping we can be at least half the dad he was as we grew

And when I see him with Huntley and Gannon, I feel that circle coming true

A lifetime of love leading them

Hunting With Poppop Too

(Hook (Chorus))

“Hunting With Poppop Too”

Where the memories run deep and the love runs true

From the lessons he taught to the tracks we’ll pursue

Now Huntley and Gannon will be

Hunting With Poppop Too

(Verse 2)

I still remember that first hunt, just two years old and small

Cold wind cut right through me, couldn’t make it long at all

We packed it in and headed home, heater humming warm

Dad almost clipped an eight‑point buck driving out before the storm

We laughed about it years later, just another story we keep

One of many in those woods where our roots run deep

Success and heartbreak, long walks and quiet views

Every trail we followed taught us something true

(Hook (Chorus))

“Hunting With Poppop Too”

Where the memories run deep and the love runs true

From the lessons he taught to the tracks we’ll pursue

Now Huntley and Gannon will be

Hunting With Poppop Too

(Verse 3)

Dad raised us with patience, with grit, with a heart that never bent

Showed us how to stand back up no matter where we went

He taught us how to be men, how to love, how to fight fair

How to carry our family’s name with pride everywhere

Now Dylan and I watch our boys grow wild and free

And we see Dad’s fingerprints in the men we’re trying to be

He’s a grandpa now, “Poppop” in their eyes, a hero shining through

And soon those boys will be in the woods

Hunting With Poppop Too

(Verse 4)

There’s a legacy in those ridges, in the crunch of frosted ground

In the quiet dawn where whitetails move without a sound

It’s a bond between father and sons, passed down like a flame

A tradition built on love, not trophies or the game

And when our boys step into the woods, boots small but hearts strong

They’ll learn the same lessons we did, where we learned to belong

Three generations deep now, and the story’s far from through

’Cause our boys will grow up proud

Hunting With Poppop Too

(Hook (Final Chorus))

“Hunting With Poppop Too”

Where the memories run deep and the love runs true

From the lessons he taught to the tracks we’ll pursue

Now Huntley and Gannon will be

Hunting With Poppop Too