I remember what Doc remembered.
My wife and I made our last (probably) trip up to hunt. I only saw 4 bucks the whole week… my wife did not see any. Had a nice 8 but could not get a shot. Did bag a little 6 so at least we brought meat home. The prep, drive and work all week about did us in. Too damn old I guess. The end of an era.
Thanks all. Funny story... my granddaughter asked how old I was going to be. I said I'm not telling. But I did tell her that 1950 was a very good year. She seemed puzzled at first , then said holy cow, you are ancient. The truth sometimes hurts.