My dad had a old 1955 Chevy - Bel Air that he used for a hunting car back in the 1960's. It was his first car that he bought after he got out of the Navy in 1956.

Back then, he drove it right into the State Game Lands.

I was with him before I was 5 years old.

He worked nights sometimes at the local Speer Carbon plant and couldn't always get the first week of deer season off.

Along with the fact that my grandfather worked for the B&O Railroad as a track foreman and couldn't always get off and my Uncle that was my dad's hunting buddy was probably still in college - going to be a school teacher.

So he dressed me up in some warm clothes and wrapped me in a blanket and took me along with him. I do not believe that we ever got anything or even saw anything because I probably talked too much and made too much noise.

10 years later I shot my first buck - by myself sitting not 30 yards from the stone pile where he took me when I was little. The proof came one day when we did not have any snow and I was telling one of my family members that I sat there when I was a little kid and they didn't believe me and I picked up a small rock and underneath it was 2 Reeses Peanut Butter Cup wrappers. I put them there about 10 years before that and they were made of some type of tin foil back then and they were still there.

I would give $1,000,000 for one more ride in that old 55' Chevy and one more day with my father as a little kid.