What a beautiful thing. Took me a couple hours to read through all the posts. Not ashamed to say I got choked up looking at the pics of Trinton. I remember how badly I wanted to hunt from the time I could walk. My father was busting his ass day and night just to keep food coming, and we couldn't afford extras like tags and guns. I will never forget the day my grandfather showed up in his Datsun pickup with a Winchester 88 .308, and a Browning A5 Sweet 16 on my 9th birthday. Shot my first muley at ten. He wasn't a trophy, but he was the best, biggest deer I've ever harvested. Decent 2x3. I was thrilled when I learned I could call it a 5 point when talking to someone from the south or midwest.
I want to contribute to the next go-round, so whoever starts it, msg me and tell me what you need. God bless you all.
Intentional ignorance to protect an invalid assumption seems to be reaching epidemic proportions.
Go ahead and venture forth to make peace with everyone else. I'll cover you from here.
