WHAT MY GRANDFATHER Must Have Known
s a kid, I never thought about the outdoors much, so I was way late in coming around to admire the type of outdoorsman my grandfather must have been. To my knowledge, my grandfather killed just one impressive buck over the course of his entire lifetime, and he lived into his 90s. I never saw him hook a fish or shoot a gun, never heard him boast about anything outdoor savvy whatsoever, and never saw old photographs to prove any of it; yet for decades he was consigned
