Get over yourself.
I'd give my left nut to be able to go back in time twenty years to "truck hunt" with my grandfather just one more time.
How true this is.
In Nov 2004 my FIL who was my hunting partner for the better part of 30 years, anyway he was ailing and we all knew his days were numbered, I loaded him in the truck one afternoon and we spend about 5 hrs driving the pastures and fields we had hunted for 30 years, I threw a gun in but had no intention of shooting anything but maybe a coyote, it was the best day of my hunting life, we parked on a hill and had tea while we watched a big mule buck with about 6 or 7 does just poke around at about 400 yards, I looked over at him and he had tears running down his cheeks, it meant the world to him and for me to be able to bring that last little bit of joy to him meant the world to me, he passed away 6 weeks later and not one hunting season since then has been the same without him tagging along. I just spent my 45th year in moose and elk camp and I hope that when I can no longer spend time in camp that someone will take me for a little truck hunt.