Those years after my first buck at age 11 were a straight turn-around from the years before. I got excellent grades, played sports, got a job and worked hard. I dressed conservatively for a kid and didn’t get into trouble. I kept on the straight and narrow. Never smoked or did a drug. Each year I’d go out and hunt deer. Each year I got a little better at it.
I hated it. As a young kid following my Dad around in the woods. I was cold. I had to be quiet. We drove forever on old logging roads at the wee hours of the morning. We never got anything. I wasn’t even sure Deer actually existed. The experience was almost lost to me as a kid. Had there been Playstations and such back then, life today would be much different.&nbs... Read More
