Started hunting together in 1976 when there was very few deer. Can't remember if it was a three or five day season. Killing does was taboo. No muzzle loader season. Crappy hunting clothing and boots. Bought recurve bows with wooden arrows and baker tree stands to take our first deer. Camped out all over the state, stood in line at Ft. Campbell after a four hour drive following a Friday night football game hoping to get drawn for a day of bow hunting. Getting the truck stuck with a 4 mile hike out in the pouring rain. Spending the night in a laundry trying to dry our clothes out. Thru it all our passion never waivered. Day long sits in 20 degree weather with a muzzle loader that was always iffy whether or not it would go off. Truck breakdowns with both of us having to work the next day. So many memories and camp fires we shared. Telling the same stories over and always laughing. Thru it all we never had a cross word and I bet there wasn't a dollar's difference in what we spent. Going to miss you John.