wondering who remembers when a missed shot equaled your shirt tail being cut off lol.And you had to walk around camp for everybody to see.That was many years ago.And i don't have a Hunt camp type situation much anymore.But as a kid i couldn't wait to camp and hunt.I was about 13 at the time i started hunting.It was with my uncle and his friends.They'd already been hunting for many year's.Imagine your first hunt and your uncle showing you how to load a muzzleloader and saying you go that way and i'll go this way.we'll meet back at the truck for lunch noon sharp.Anything could have happened but i was safe.And took a life long love of hunting from there on out.Sorry for the long wind.It was just on my mind.