Good times with friends, family

Happy Thanksgiving. Today’s column is going to be about being thankful. Last weekend was a great weekend, and not because I killed a big buck. It was a great weekend because my boys had a good time with their friends, and we all got to camp and visit with my dad and several of my uncles, cousins, and close friends. I am thankful for my family and friends.We did not kill many deer. As a matter of fact, we didn’t even see that many deer, but we had a great time and ate better than most people do when they go out to eat. I am thankful that my dad is still able to be the camp cook.I have figured out that killing the biggest buck is not what deer season is all about. It is a time to enjoy being with friends and family. It’s a time to pass on traditions and “laws of the land” to our younger generations in hopes that they will continue where we leave off. I am thankful for this family tradition.Deer season is a time to relive past deer seasons’ successes, and even the failures, and make new memories to tell about in the coming years. If I get to hang a tag on a buck or doe during the season, it is just a bonus to me because a lot of the memories happen right there at camp. I am thankful for time spent ‘round those campfires.Now don’t get me wrong. I hunt every chance I get, and I consider myself a serious hunter. However, if I have Cash or Koby with me, I will turn down a chance to kill a deer if I think they can get a shot at it. I get much more enjoyment out of my boys being successful than being successful myself. I am thankful that my boys enjoy hunting like I do.— — —Moe Gill took his best-ever buck at 7:25 a.m. Saturday close to Wister. He said it was following a little spike by about two minutes. It had 21 points, counting all the tines and all the points near the bases, and he attributes his good fortune to being in the right place at the right time. This big boy green-scored 152 and two-eighths inches.Congratulations, Moe!