Nice buck!!!

Walking around (hunting) on ancestral land is a real treat this time of the year.

I will look over there and see where Papa and Uncle Walter’s old syrup mill used to be, the terraces where they farmed, the spot where my great grandpa supposedly killed a bear in the late 1800s, the spring where they first camped when they came to Texas in 1850, etc.

Good on you, Duke!
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"Filet that fish? Hell naw! I'll scale him, gut him, fry him up in grease, take him by the head and tail, and play him like a French Harp!" - Uncle Paul sometime in the 60s.