My grandpa had emphysema so bad he got to where he couldn't walk,, he knew the Old logging roads in the country so well outside of a little town called groceville Texas ,he would just park on the logging road he knew where the deer were going to cross. Grandpa literally couldn't walk 10 ft and he was a skinny as a bean Pole but his shooting finger and his eye were just as sharp as a 20-year-old. He always would plant a big garden of course he got where he couldn't do that too and we would do it for him he would take some corn stalks and put them in the corner of the yard and sat there in his backyard and wait for deer to come into his garden. I plan on hunting until I can't crawl and when I get to where all I can do is crawl I'm going to find somebody to load me up and help me,, listen to a Baptist preacher a few years ago I think it was Lou Gehrig's disease that he had they wheeled him on to the stage of course he had memorized his Bible passage and his sermon cuz he couldn't use his hands what impressed me so much about the old man was he still hunted with his grandsons they would put him in a shooting house - deer stand he had a gun rigged up where he could use his tongue to push a button of course he was sitting there looking at the deer propped up in a wheelchair still he was pretty much froze he would get help lining up the scope and the gun and hit that little button with his tongue and shoot the deer now that seems a little bit too fanatic and at the same time I could see myself doing something like that it ain't so much to shoot a deer I just don't want to stop being out there in nature and you better believe I live for that few moments right before I pull that trigger!!
