I'm 69, still in good health, and still get as excited about seeing a deer as I did when I went on my first deer hunt 55 years ago. But, it's different today. There was a time when I was consumed with the need to kill a deer. A season was not a success unless I did. These days I take the grandkids, and do more scouting trying to locate one for them or my son than I do for myself. If I shoot one, it's going to be a big mature buck, and if I don't, it doesn't bother me in the least.
I know that someday, in the not so distant future, deer season here will come and go without me being here. I feel like it's my duty to try and pass on the legacy that I started to my survivors, and hopefully keep the tradition going. I've already killed my buck, and will spend the rest of the season watching and seeing what's left out there to make until next deer season.
