I've killed one or more ungulates since 1949. At 72 I'm now pretty much a box stand hunter and glad of it. I really couldn't do that absent my son and and my hunting buddy. It's hard to get the darn walker down those rough canyons, it's kinda nice to call one of em' and say "he's right down there in the bottom of that steep draw" and they go get him. Lord bless em' both.
