I used to would shoot anything with horns, just so I could say I killed a buck. Now, I'd rather have a few does. Heck I've even started to pay attention to how far from the truck I am. I've talked myself out of more than one shot 'cause I didn't want to have to drag it too far.
I'm pretty happy to just get out there. More than once I've settled down against a tree to read my book. Maybe even took a little snooze. Have to wake up occasionally to find another sunbeam to sit in.
Reckon maturity has set in....
He took me!
Wish you were here.
Proud Parent of a Marine