Jas brought an assortment of outdoorsy pictures for me to post. In order: 1) Jason and our 2nd cousin, Gerry Krause, shooting flu-flu arrows at pheasant, 2) Dad with his first deer bagged with a recurve bow, 3) Jason and Mike Pilot shooting, 4) Dad's bass caught at his sister's place (my Aunt Ruth) in Lac Du Flambeau (Up North WI - indian reservation land), and finally 5) Jason posing with Dad's deer as Jason's the one that tracked the deer for 2 miles before they found it.

We grew up bowhunting with Jerry and Mike - two guys who know they're shit when it comes to the outdoors; two guys I'd wanna have with me if I were stranded somewhere in the bush.

When I see these pictures, it gets me thinking about how much I miss bowhunting. I first went hunting my senior year in high school - Jas had been hunting for two years already. I got a deer my first year and Jas still hadn't. He felt bad. I didn't really...I did a bit. Since then Jas has over 20 deer to his credit. I have 2 (he hunts more than I do though). I haven't gone since I moved to LA in 1998 - I just don't have the time to fit it ALL in. Thank God I go fishing in May. I WILL bowhunt again!