Right there with you, buddy. I feel lucky the kid will hang out with me at the range, and he is thrilled that he owns Grandp’s SBE that I had no use for, but, the notion of the Silver Snipe, or any of the other doubles is lost on him. He likes to shoot, not hunt. He will go hunting with me, but, to this point hasn’t really developed a taste for meat of any kind, my Dad was not a big meat eater either, but, liked to hunt.
If I go, suddenly, tomorrow let’s say, the burden of ridding the place of my junk would be a big deal. I need to manage that from the side of the ground I am on, now, but, it is daunting even if you know what you are doing.
I have discovered that I’m not really that good at this task.
Best,
Ted
