Vintage.... that means we're getting old...lol. Back in '82, I started my deer hunting career. Mom & dad were in New Orleans visiting my brother & wife so I was on my own. All I did then was bump into some guy while still hunting & we became life long friends. In '83, dad decided to get back into deer hunting which was a great life change for me. That's the 1st year you could take a doe or buck & it sounded like a war zone that 1st day. I'll never forget this.... at 0815 on opening morn, this deer came running past me thru an open field, which I naturaly missed with my shot & dad popped him from 70 yards away with his Ithica 12 ga. I ended up getting a doe the following friday ....
Here's a buck taken with my crossbow in '93 .....
One of my dad's fishing trips when I was probably 5 ....
Perhaps after having a shoreline lunch ....