My dad was'nt with me much as a kid, the time we spent together was never forgoten. When I was 10 My Brother's fatherinlaw was my hunting buddy, he was over 75 years old and he had some great friends one of the guys gave me that old Springfield I have, old Ray he trained the solders in the first ww and in Korea, He was a awsome shot he(we) would set up V8 cans with water and he would kill them all at 100 *yards, I was in the blind with him, I was 10 and a big doe came in and he handed me his rifle and said doit! One shot from the old Springfield with LYMAN48c peep sights and the doe jumped up like it was gona run and dropped, I had the pleasure of gutting and cutting up the Deer.Now mind you, I was 10 years old, and harvested my first Deer..I know I was to young and it was not legal but Ray put his tag on her. We were eating like kings that two weeks. One evening Sophy Franks wife called me and asked if I could come over. sure something was goin on" I drove over with the BSA 441 come in Keith, Franks in the front room..He was crying, Ray died. The family picked him up and he was back to Virginia that evening, we never had the chance to say by. I still miss him. but Frank had the Springfield across the arm rests of his lazy-boy Ray wonted you to have this, He told me that he is slipping, and cant control his body, he went out for a walk a 3.00AM and a neighbor saw him lost in there back yard. all confused Altsimers hit him fast, he went into a nursing home because he would walk out of the house all hour of the night. Every time I went hunting I would think of my first Deer and the honor of gutting it, the trophy? I got the heart at dinner that night with fried potatoes, I do remember that night. I still had to wipe all the rifles down..that was MY job. I love Deer hunting but I have been busted up pritty bad over the years 53. is this what hitting 50 is like,in the last 30 years I have been operated on at least 30 times from broken bones colapsed lung, and so much time in the Hospital I have lost Deer season for the last 12 years. but the farmers around me have been real good to me, they fill there permits and give me the Deer and I take care of there Woodchucks..One farmer had a lazy-boy put up stairs in his barn for me. But I will never forget as long as I live..... My first Deer.