By the time I got to know good old Farmer Mr. Green Jeans j0e, all he could do is barely hobble to his deer hide. My brother's old property butted up against his - so he'd let us hunt ducks from his ponds(never his deer tho). All I knew, was that he had a .308 in a Remington 700, and hung his deer in the barn for a week if'n it was colt enuff!
He was a good man!

Last edited by Lowell Glenthorne; 02/05/07 04:32 PM.