After trashing my knee this summer I didn't know if I'd be able to hunt much but made it out to Wyoming for our annual lope trip. Not my biggest but a fun trip.
I did the Montana Spartan Race. I thought I could do it in a couple hours...finished nearly last with a buddy (who pulled his groin) that I met on the trail. My doctor strong advised against such a venture after I nearly tore a tendon in my foot.
We lost Dad n August of this year. The 8 months before were tough as we watched him slowly sink into the dementia caused by radiation & seeing him become a ghost in front of us. My best memories of 2013 were the flashes when he would come out of it and start talking about business, the past, etc. So here's the entry: Dad's 450 3 1/4 BPE in the blind with me in November. I was able to take a doe with it. 150 yard shot with express sights from the same spot he shot his last (& only legal) game animal..He hadn't been able to hunt the last two years, but he'll always be with me in the field.