Brian, loved the old trapping pics. Those are badass.
JPN, killing a deer with the same gun as your Grandpa is also badass!!
This thread, thinking about fishing and gardening made me remember this classic with my Grandpa, Great-Grandpa, Dad, and Uncle Ray cleaning walleye while I helped Grandma tend to the garden. These are the people who shaped and molded me...
I used to have a path beat down in that field behind the garden which took me to the woods. Lots of time was spent with my grandparents growing up. I can remember waking up early to have breakfast with grandpa before he went to work. While he was gone I'd help grandma with whatever needed done and then I'd just be outside wandering around.
The woods had a creek running through them and that always kept me busy. Building dams, catching crayfish, frogs and snakes. Anything I could do to get muddy and be around critters. I can remember sneaking up on a doe and her fawn accidentally one time as they were getting a drink from the creek. I spotted them from maybe 50 yards away and slowly snuck as close as I could get to them. The hunting gene was active even before I knew it! I feel so fortunate to have been able to grow up in that environment.