With my bad back, and other problems from my auto accident limiting me as to what I can do anymore, the weather put me out of the game more than I wanted, but as you can see, My son, and basset hound Thelma, and I managed to get in on a few drives.
This is what we do when all the others are down in the woods waiting for the dogs to run something past them.
To have respect for any firearm, respect for the outdoors, and respect for the people that owned the land that we hunted on.
I learned to listen to the old guy's when they told me something, and found out that they really did know more than I did
This season I started to realize that I am becoming one of those old guy's