Well, I just couldn't stand it any longer. I sneaked down to the man cave this morning and started digging through my gear getting stuff in order for gun season. I have some pretty big boots to fill. Dad always started "the pile" in the dining room at least a month before deer season, and still managed to find a way to forget his ammo. Mrs. Cornelius owned the little general store in Sabula Pa. and always set aside a box of 300 Savage ammo just for Dad, as she knew without a doubt he'd be in for it, and many years he was. Dad used to swap her a deer heart for a box of shells. She really liked deer heart. When we went through Dad's gear after he passed, there were about 10 boxes of 300 Savage with one round shot out of them. He was a good shot, and if there were two empties, it meant he got a second deer.
