That brings back some great memories. Good friend of mine in high school, his dad was hunter, did many fly-in trips and always brought back a good sized buck, elk or moose IIRC. I enjoyed helping out with the processing. Made some fantastic sausage and I was always welcome at their house to eat, drink and have a good time. First football game I saw live was with his dad, great seats, right at center field, about 12 rows up in the old Winnipeg stadium. Man I miss those days.
