Had a guy hunting with us in south Mississippi where we used hounds, get so excited that he forgot to load his rifle and had to watch a really nice buck trot away
Grandpaw wasn’t really blood kin to me , was my mother’s stepfather and my hero, I have since learned he had horns and had done some horrible things but never once did he ever let me see that side of him.
I have his old tree brand boker with worn down blades, he would whittle with it every day...
A pocket knife is a tool that can be used in other situations. I have a knife on me every where I go including church. An old WWII vet that we all called uncle Joe told us kids that be sure your knife is sharp because you never know when it will save your life.
I’ve learned, regardless how bad I think my situation is, there is someone somewhere that life has dealt them a worse hand. I sincerely hope your health improves. Never ever give up!