As I understand things, its in our male dna to get "comfortable" when we perseve things to be going good. It's a shame.
I am missing my old stomping grounds. Had 1,300 acres of family owned land with 4 miles of river frontage to roam around on every chance I got. Grew up there and know every nook and krany.
I am new school archery. I have great respect for old school. I want to build my own bow out of a bois d arc stave one day. (nice GAL)
Had a house on 3 acres of our own. Not a neighbor in sight. We still have 20 acres where we were going to build one day.
Now we live in a jam packed neighborhood. (sigh) I miss the old place.
