I've held a hunting license for 44 years. Been hunting with friends and relatives most of my life. When I was younger we'd all drink too damn much booze, but we never went hunting pickled. I hunted with a good friend for a couple years in the 90's. Showed him my spots, gave him permission to hunt on my land and my in-laws. Then one rainy morning he decided to shoot 2 elk, then called me up to tell me mine was ready to field dress
. Now I only hunt with my son. I instilled in him the ethics and morals that I believe our wildlife deserve, and I haven't been disappointed since.