The 1st firearm season without my dad, I hunted his blind, shot a huge doe! At 1st light. Just sat and reflected, on past hunts with dad and grandad, him gone 12 years before dad.all the old guys I grew up hunting with were now gone! Hell I was the old guy now. Found one of dad's 260 shells in the blind, kept it! Last time I got to hunt the place. Didn't hunt the rest of the season, didn't have it in me. But buy next fall I hunted new place with some younger friends. Still have my best friend, he's 76 now, only got the bow hunt one evening and spent the night at his camp. He couldn't make the rifle opener, but wanted me to still hunt there, took a nice 8pt. But wasn't the same without my buddy there. Not sure what I'll do when he's gone. Happy Hunting
