I'm in the same boat as you, Greg......and I didn't start bowhunting until I was 40. I remember rounding up paper shells from my grandfathers house (who didn't even own a gun at the time) to dove/rabbit hunt. I remember shooting my first turkey with a gun I borrowed from my cousin. I remember priming tobacco and saving enough to buy a zebco 33 reel and an ugly stick. I hunted squirrels with an old .22 rifle that didn't have a magazine tube (was given to me that way).....and I had to use it as a single shot. I never OWNED "camo" until I began duck hunting several years ago......AGAIN with a borrowed shotgun.

Lisa and I have been blessed with good health and good jobs. We went through our share of Pintos, vegas and Scirroco's, too. We were just speaking the other night about something we NOW take for granted (and is pertinent at these times)....which is pulling up to the gas pumps and being able to fill up, every time. I remember dreading trips because I wasn't sure my current vehicle could make it. I remember having my electricity cut off. She remembers going without fuel oil for their furnace for a few days when our son was a smaller child (We married when Mitch was 11).

Now we have nicer things......and less worries. We don't feel like we need to justify or apologize for them. We've been on both sides of the fence.

I can CERTAINLY understand how people would believe that "enough is enough". MY outlook on said would be TOTALLY different in a different time in my life.