So the guy stops and strikes up a conversation with me. Come to find out, this guy was 85 years old. His wife had passed, and his kids had moved away, and weren't hunters anyway, and he's out trying to get a deer. After a while, he said he was headed back home, and so after he left, I thought, I want to be just like him when I grow up." To be 85, and still have the desire and ability to go out and deer hunt? Wow! My only regret was not asking him to jump in my truck, and I would take him to one of my stands, and I'd drive a deer to him. To me, that guy was a real hunter. I'll never forget the chance encounter I had with him.