First, this is not a “poor me” thread. My Dad is fine. I was just thinking that we have now hunted deer for 37 years together; he will be 79 in December and went out in the rain, wind, and snow the last two days with hardly a grumble. We didn’t see deer, but that’s another story. I was just reflecting how nice it has been to have a valued hunting partner who: -Is always on time. -Rarely, if ever forgets something important, and doesn’t mooch on me. -Knows our (public land) hunting areas without a map or a cellphone. -Gives me credit when I score, gives me advice when I fail, and never brags when he scores. -Doesn’t poach, lie, steal or trespass. -Gives me the pleasure of three hours of his company every time we go up north, even though he’s had a knee replacement, ear surgery, and whatever else. -Will haul, setup, and tear down a camper without assistance or the least expectation of reward—except I cook and do dishes and usually leave $50 without being asked. -Is convinced that the Remington 7600 in .30-06 is the greatest deer hunting implement known to man. Okay, maybe he’s a little off on the last part. I’m just paying more attention every time we hunt, because it won’t last forever.