Time is one of those things that just keeps on trucking, regardless of whether things are good or bad. It's tough to believe that it's been almost five years since my father gave up the ghost and left us behind. Hunting without him is not the same at all, and often makes me miss him more than ever... but I have now passed five deer seasons without my favorite hunting buddy. Clearly, I have survived, and I have taken several nice bucks during that time... but it wasn't exactly a walk in the park. Join me during my best worst hunting season.
Read about my Hunting Life After Death