A-Hunting We Will Go

 

I took this picture one morning on my way to my deer blind.  When I was quite young my father took me with him on several deer hunting trips to Freesoil, Michigan.  We stayed with a family of farmers who rented out a few of their spare rooms to hunters.  They lived across the road from the Manistee National Forest, so we could walk to huntable land, loading our guns as we exited the farmhouse.  I thought that was so cool and vowed that I was going to live in a place like that when I grew up.  My dad claimed that this was impractical in the

modern world, and maybe he was right, but I did it anyway.