I loved getting dirty…and strong…and fast (I still remember the feeling:))and not even knowing it was all happening and generally good for you. Remember the fights with sticks and if there was a locust branch you could break off you usually won! As natural as it was there must be a positive in todays’ world in a lot less eyes lost from bb gun wars now..but I wouldn’t trade that free range youth for anything. Then there were the “locals vs the migrant worker” fights in the tobacco fields of my youth..and so on and on the benefits of a life less supervised..
Remember back in the 60’s and 70’s and I’m sure before then too…that the farther N or more rural you got the more junk in the front yards you’d see. Still do but I don’t think as much as back then? Is it still that way in parts?
Yes, welcome back Bruce. I do love seeing the “old regulars” come back. Anyone else have a harder time reading what they’re typing here? Contrast is low as I type in the reply box.
Good to hear from you. I’ve noticed a few “drop offs” here from time to time (myself included) and such is normal, but always wishing you and the extended tribe peace and good health. Hope 2016 is a good year for you.
Buck of my life. Magazine cover rack. TALL and wide. I shot under it at maybe 12′ on 10/9/09 from a tree stand. I delude myself I’m over it. This was on heavily hunted State Land near home. It was a gift and I blew it. I was inconsolable to my wife when I got home.
