At this point in my life, it isn’t anything like it was when I was young. Everything was about economics the cost of ammunition, the gun that I used the price of gas to get me where I would go hunting. All these things entered into making the decision of where and when I would go hunting.
I dreamed of being able to be in the position I am now, that the cost of fuel doesn’t matter, if there’s a gun I see that I like I can buy it, ammunition is of no consequence, but the hunger in the pit of my stomach for what I used to do as a young man isn’t the same. Having all that I do now is great, but I miss those days when I was younger and how much it meant to be able to get everything put together to go on even the simplest hunt…
