I miss those days in the beginning. The prep of your equipment and finding some to borrow.....didnt have it all in the beginning.

Hoping to see a buck, any buck. I could care less about how many points in those days.

Cold and sunny with that deer season smell. The first sight of a deer got your heart pounding. Lunches in the truck, huntin food rules.

Choosing the lucky bullet, rubbing it shiney. Being proud of your rifle, regardless of what brand it was.

When you got one it meant hauling all over the country to show it off. It meant you were a hunter and could now participate in hunting stories.

Id give anything to be there again for a day or two.

Regards,


Joseph