When Ron was layed up with his foot, He and I "talked" quite a bit on here....
I was telling him that 30years of walking 5-6 miles a night, around that goat trail of a train yard, in any and all kinds of weather, had taken a toll on my hips and knees.... Climbing the mountain to hunt, was getting harder every year.
The boys at camp, would always offer me a ride in the sidexside, but I always said "No thanks, I'll walk"
I told Ron that I'd walked that mountain since I was a kid... Riding, just didn't feel like hunting.
Ron told me "Take the ride Chuck, we do what we gotta do, to do what we gotta do"