At 74 the problem is that I still think like I’m 21. I tag out most years by myself, but a sled, Rokon and a utility trailer gets the hauling jobs done these days. Dad hunted with the deer camp for lots of years, but then decided to winter in Arizona. One year when he was 83 he asked if he could borrow a rifle so that he and another crocker buddy could go up to the cabin for opening weekend. He borrowed my 7 RM and darned if the old codger didn’t dump a nice ten point buck off his old deer stand! I don’t know who was more surprised, me, dad or the buck?
