One Nation, Under God
It took a while, but I’ve finally turned into that guy.
My friends and I used to poke fun at older dudes who no longer hunted big game, didn’t care if they bagged a limit of birds, and were as pleased with the fluidity of their casts as they were with what was biting the end of their line.
I couldn’t imagine life without elk, a game bag full of birds, or a fishless outing.
I used to take great pride in harvesting an elk every fall. Back then I could walk forever, and I shot a lot of elk miles from the road, then spent days dragging them out of the mountains.
When someone told me they no longer...
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