Ah, hell, the kids like ‘em.
My daughter is 19.
“Dad, when are you going to put the lights on the porch?” She’s been asking for 2 weeks.
It gets to be a tradition after 20 years.


“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.”