Footnote to the pistol shooting: My dad lives across the road and heard me shoot the pistol. He thought I'd been patterning a turkey gun. He said, "whoowee. That thing sounded like a cannon going off." The short barrel and 80 grains no doubt.


“Killing tomorrow’s trophies today.”

On the distance I like to walk to my stands:
“The first 100 yards is also the last 100 yards.”