A picture is worth a thousand words!!
TomJ

Ahhhh, it's what my mother named me.

Old email address. I would change it if I could.

I got mine from high school. I could run like the wind blows. Last name is Forest.

Shoot me a PM with the username you want and I'll take care of it.

Had the front right wheel of a Humvee center my chest. DRT, medics got me going again, busted ribs, crushed sternum, pancaked lungs, real bad day.

I'm Dave and like .260rems.

I hunt.

FEDEX Pilot, So !

Got a lawnmower shop at my house I do part time when not at the plant I work at or in the woods.

Nickname, and I was 23 when I made the account...

About 10 or 12 years ago we went to Destin on vacation. There was a jacked up Ford with a Ducks Unlimited tag that read IKLDUX (Tennessee plate). That gave me the idea, tried to get personalized tag here in Bama "IKILBUX", but they won't put the word "KILL" on a tag!! It's also my email address.

Narrow Gap- Name of a Hunting Club that I was a memeber of. The club had a bottom running thru it that was named Narrow Gap.

Just my name with the beginning letter of my last name. Keeping it simple.

For a long time it seemed like all I ever did was feed the deer, never seen any just where they'd been, I was hunting those ninja deer

Lived in Georgia my whole life.My grandfather from ala always called me 'Ga cracker".I think it stemmed from the old Atlanta braves back in the day?

tell us more about the working cow horses please.
Andy

5 in the family wife and three kids + me = 5Pages

A really close hunting partner/father figure in my life used to have the tag on his truck that said "BUKFEVR". I used to ask him almost every time I saw him since I started driving to have his tag. He passed away a little over 3 years ago due to a car accident. Well as time went by both me and my father(Hunting-231) decided to ask his family if I could take over his old truck tag and register my truck under it, and his family allowed it. Not a day passes by that I don't remember the memories I got the privilege of sharing with him.

The 92 on the end is just my birth year 1992.

My dad and I hunted Corps land in Sumter and Greene for several years. I killed several deer there. All but 1 was a spike. Some I knew were spikes, some I thought was a doe but it seemed as though spikes always took a ride home with me. Hunting pressured land like that, we were happy with whatever we got so it didn't matter.