Re: Memories of Egg Sandwiches
i wish i could live the day i shot my deer. not only for the actual memory of me getting the deer, but for the eldest member of our hunt club. he doesnt hunt anymore, because of his arthritis, he can barely walk he still comes out to the camp everyday and everynight to share stories with us, and talk about good times anyways, the big buck population is a little thin up where we hunt up there, (not where i hunt with my uncles) and there hasnt been a buck bigger than a spike or a fork horn for a long time. the look on Wally's face when i backed my big boy up to the door was a memory that i hope never leaves. he was so proud that one of the "young lads" was able to get a nice buck, and that he got to see it. thankfully, he still made it down to the tree where my deer hung, for pictures. thats a day that i will never forget