Learned to drive in the '69 Bronco at age 13, was my first car when I was 16, brought home my first ever deer kill, and later my first archery kill. Me and Dad have been hunting out of this old truck since I was 6 years old. I'll be 32 this year.
One evening in October I was nearly a mile from my truck, and had been dragging a small buck for 3/4 of a mile already through a standing cotton field, it was cold and raining and I was exhausted. Then to my surprise, I fell down and laughed out loud when I saw two old sealed beam headlights straining through the rain and heard a familiar lopey exhaust note and squeaky rear window creeping towards me. I had told my dad I killed a deer as soon as I found him about an hour earlier, and he knew I would be a long ways from the truck, as I always seemed to be. For whatever reason, he must have thought I would be needing some help. Just seemed right to throw that deer and a longbow with a quiver full of wood arrows in the back of that old warhorse of a truck.
Pops is getting older now, and it's harder for him to get around so things are a little different now on our hunting trips. But come opening day of squirrel season, an hour before daylight, we will both climb in the old Bronco, pull the choke, fire her up and head for our favorite patch of squirrel woods like we have done since I was 6 years old. Only nowadays I'm the one in the driver's seat and picking out the good spots, like he's did for me since I was old enough to hold a bow or gun.
Here's my daily driver and current main hunting rig:
1985 SR5 4Runner