I'm from southern Arkansas and I can relate to your stories of days gone by. My mom had 5 older brothers who were avid fishermen and oh, the stories they could tell about the times they had. My dad would bring me around and when all the cousins and inlaws were there.......some kind of foolishness about to happen and fish were about to get caught! When I grew up and met my wife and became an inlaw to her family, I saw how her dad and his brothers' families all got together and pretty much did the same thing. Making memories and enjoying the outdoors with the company that you're with is what it's all about.

Those happy times, for me, were in the 70s thru 90s mostly, as my 5 uncles, father-in-law, and his brothers are all gone now. The memories live on and so do the stories. My dad is 77 and doesn't go like he used to, but some of my cousins, friends, and I still get together and fish, grill, camp, and retell the same old stories and they're just as fun as they were when they were really happening.

Glad you've returned to Hog Heaven and I don't know what to tell you about the lifetime license. Probably the result of the thinking of somebody smarter than us, but who was not an outdoor person himself. My father-in-law, Papa Dale Wilson, would have probably called him a "JassHonkey."