| | My Hunting
Every year I plan. Every year I pack. Every year I kiss the wife, kids, and grandchildren to travel north to be with the man who made me the man I am. I will never forget the birthday when I got a Compass and we sat for hours with a map of the woods we would be going hunting in. I remember the night I slept with my camo hat on and awoke to his smiling eyes saying it's time son. To my heart that is hunting and that is why I go to these lengths every year. Time goes fast and I want to grab all of it with him. Deer or no deer we are hunters.