I had a friend. Alv D Sims. He nunted something about 360 days a year. He lived only to hunt. He started scouting for game on the day after the season closed getting ready for the next season. He was younger than me by a few years and always joked that he would be around several seasons after I was gone. Well cancer took him about eight years ago while still a pretty young man. I can't meet a new season without thoughts of him and a saddness that come from loosing a real friend and fellow hunter. There are many realtives now gone who were avid hunters but for the most part the had long and good lives in the hunting fields and were not taken much to soon as my other friend was.