Just spoke with son Jeff on cell phone at deer camp and he and nephew Frank are finishing working on deer stands and blinds, cutting firewood, and general maintenace on old camphouse that my sons and I built in 1975.
About this time two weeks from this morning deer season will open, and my hunters will be strangling into camp with all sorts of stories and excuses.
Sons, grandsons, nephews, grand nephews, and maybe a couple of good friends.
They have even built a box blind for me this year - I won't shoot anything except maybe a feral hog that might wander by.
They are taking over the country.
I'm going for the fellowship, food, and stories around the campfire.
Life is good....!
