I like to have a chat with my grandfather while I'm hunting. Tell him everything that is going on. He left me when I was 13. When I shot my first deer he told me that it must have been blind in one eye and couldn't see out of the other. He was always the jokester. Everytime it seems that we have a chat something special happens that hunt. Even though I never got to hunt with him I'm still glad for all he taught me in his stories and all he taught my dad. He was a WWII vet and he was a heck of a shot. Someday I want to take out his 30-40 crag and blast just one for ol pap then sit it up for good.