A few nights ago, my dad and I were talking about my grandfather. I think about my Papa all the time. I remember that he used to go hunting every winter. He would mainly hunt for rabbits and deer, but occasionally I believe that he also hunted raccoon. He often used a large amount of gear when he would hunting such as the footwear, tactical knives and undergear shirts that 5.11 tactical provides. Looking back, I am amazed at myself that I was never afraid of his rifles, bullets, knives and everything else Papa used. Papa taught me what they were for (but not how to use them), they were his and not to be played with. I respected and honored that.

These days, I cannot imagine leaving out rifles and bullets in front of any children. The times were different twenty five years ago and more, I suppose.

I would love to taste some of that venison right about now.

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