**Verse 1** Sunrise fog on a northern lake, Boots on the dock and the ripples we’d make. He’d pack the thermos, I’d grab the gear, Said, “Quiet now, son, they’ll be flying near.” **Chorus** He taught me how to breathe, how to take my turn, How to miss a shot and still learn. Out there where the wild wind came, I found the man who taught me to aim. **Verse 2** I was eight years old, too small to care, He laughed when I missed—said, “You’ll get there.” Then that twenty gauge felt right in my hand, I wasn’t just a boy, I was part of the land. **Verse 3** Years rolled on like that old creek’s bend, We hunted less, but talked like friends. He said, “Son, life’s shot fast—don’t waste the day, Keep your sight straight and your word the same way.” **Chorus** He taught me how to breathe, how to take my turn, How to miss a shot and still learn. Out there where the wild wind came, I found the man who taught me to aim. **Bridge** Now I take my own boy down that same trail, Hear his voice in the morning gale. “Keep your eyes open, and don’t lose your way, The world’s got lessons the woods still say.” **Final Chorus** He taught me how to breathe, how to take my turn, How to miss a shot and still learn. And when I pull back that hammer again, I still see the man who taught me to aim. **Outro** From the marsh to the ridge, through the frost and rain, Forever I’ll carry the man who taught me to aim.
