Went hunting with my Brother. I was hoping we wouldn't be able to shoot anything, and we didn't. Still was fun. We take atv's out to the stands now. My ancestral hunting grounds were not setup for us to live this long. Until today I was unaware, I even had ancestral hunting grounds. I actually hate the smell of sileage in the morning. I have never imagined what I would do with all that mash. Maybe buy another piece of antique farm equipment to abandon behind the barn.