I have been hunting with my sons and friends for over 40 yrs but my most cherished hunt was with my Dad back in 1964. I only had the opportunity to hunt with him one single day (a 100% Disabled Vet/double amputee ) and I will never forget that day. He's the one soley responsible for my being a hunter and subsequently passing it on to my son. He is no longer with us but his memory will NEVER fade. I know it was so many years ago, but believe it or not, sometimes it seems like yesterday! Good topic I-E.