He hunted and fished with his brothers. I remember eagerly waiting for him to come back from hunting trips. "Did you get a deer?" was always my question, even when he returned from moose or bear hunting. I loved deer sausage. This is a classic photo of Poppy, rifle in hand, sporting a collared shirt of (course), looking content in the middle of absolutely nowhere. I love it so much. In fact, I like to think he's tramping around the wilderness now.