It never ends Guy's. A friend and I are taking our Dad's to Quebec on a moose hunt this year. My Dad is 74 with bad legs, so I get him to a spot and pick him up. It is kinda like the torch has been passed to me, I set it all up and he just goes with the flow. The old S.O.B. filled our bull tag in 2004 in Quebec, has trouble getting around but can still pour the lead.
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