Going hunting with my dad and brothers when I was a kid. Seemed so pure. Nothing but us out in the woods kidding with each other and hunting.

I would follow my dad and my brothers (all older than me) around like I was thier own little bird dog. Now I look back and think about it, I'm the age that dad was then....except he still seemed much smarter than I'll ever be.

Those good days bring smiles to my face.