No, I don't hunt as the last time I can recall shooting a gun was 6th grade camp at Proud Lake Recreation Area; 1978 I believe. There weren't any ribbons presented that week for my shooting prowess as it was not my calling (there weren't ribbons period as we weren't wimpy millennials - ha) .
If it was my calling, however, there would be no starving individuals in my house as I seem to be the pied piper on the bicycle in attracting what could be a delicious turkey dinner with some venison sausage as an appetizer. Word probably leaked on the deer/turkey community's social media site of my lack of marksmanship so there is no fear when I come through I guess.
Trail Head
