One time as a young whipper snapper....probably 15 or 16, I took a greyhound bus down to my grandma's in Nebraska to bow hunt in November over thanksgiving vacation. Got pneumonia, got too sick to catch the bus back home. Started missing classes. My Mom had her Uncle nicknamed Roop fly me back to Minnesota in his Cessna. Pretty special times....thank lord for antibiotics.
Last edited by Angus1895; 07/26/14.
