I'll be 69 here in a few months. I started over at the first post and reading back down through them, makes me realize how lucky I am. I am still in good shape (geriatrically speaking) having survived growing up on a farm, driving way to fast as a teenager, making it to SE Asia and back unscathed, running up and down the mountains of Montana for work and play, duck hunting, deer, elk, bear, mountain goat, antelope, upland birds, rabbits, squirrels and varmints in general (2-legged kind for many years). Had a heart attack at 47 that slowed me down for a while, and my wife won't let me forget about. But life is better now - well almost, I won't kid myself I can do everything I did 15 years ago. Or how great growing up on the farm was in the 40's and 50's was. I wish my kids and grandkids could experience that life. How many of you took your first true-love on a hayride under an October full moon and had Sloopy Joes and hot chocolate afterwards? Life wasn't hard, as so many have said. It was what we did. Wasn't it great!
Now I have a 32 year old son who is my best friend. I am so proud of him I could spit! A couple grandkids who are learning to hunt and fish from their dad, with my help whenever possible. A 26 year old daughter who is still my princess, and does her best to outshoot me. A wife who puts up with me. Several dogs and cats who think I am the greatest old guy in the world. I still fish, but I have rekindled my love for my firearms. I have added 6 or 8 in the past few years. I just need the time, money and place(s) to shoot them all. I have to be one of the luckiest people in the world. And the great people on this forum makes me realize how lucky I am. I wish I could shake the hand of every one of you. VH

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