For me, nothing can compete with the carefree days in the field as a kid. Squirrel hunting with a German Shepard named Chrissy and pushing heads for deer, when nobody cared about what a buck scored and the buck you shot hadnt been named. Ignorant of the coming inherent stress and anxiety of adulthood. A bolt action Mossberg .410 for squirrel and a Mossberg 12 gauge pump with 00 Buckshot for running deer. Those were the days. Nothing can replace them.
