I was just packing some things for next weekends trip to camp for the last days of Flintlock when I was packing my clothes when it hit me. I would rather spend some time sewing up a ripped pocket of old hunting pants or putting a safety pin through the ripped game bag of my small game vest then going to Gander mountian and getting a new one. I remember when I was in my early twenties I hunted with my uncle alot and I used to think why does he hunt with that old gun and why does he still have the woolrich hunting coat when we all used to have the big ole Pumpkin suites of the early 80's and the same old gutting knife that he was given when he was 18. I thought well I got me all this new stuff and boy its really cool and looks real neat. Now in my 40's I still have a lot of the clothes and hunt with the same guns and have my luck hat that I got back when they were new and cool. Just cant part with them. Now and again I get some new stuff but just cant get rid of the old to many memories. The only exception is the Under Armor! I wont leave camp with out it if the weather calls for rain or temps below 40.