“O weren’t those the good ole days.” This is a thought that most of us have had as we reflect back on our youth. The blessing we have of having memories could not be bought at any price. The sounds, smells, and visions of our past can take us back in time in the blink of an eye. We are taken to the “Good Ole Days” with granddad on a boat, with the dogs, lunch, shotguns, the smell of the burning powder of granddads double barrel and the hope that a bird would fly.

He taught me how to shoot my first shots with his hand on my shoulder and later taught us how to shoot straight in life. This is a privilege and opportunity that we have if we have children or grandchildren to spend time and build memories with them that will last them throughout their lives. And one day they can look back and say weren’t those the “Good Ole Days”