The topic for today is how we evolve as sportsmen. These two photos were sent to me over the weekend. One shows young Hunter Schroeder and a pile of geese, more geese than I have harvested in the last six years. Hunter has shot many trophy deer, piles of ducks and geese. He's fly-fished Wyoming and Alaska. His parents have made it easy for him. The other photo depicts Bill Mixer testing a pair of 1982 Hodgman waders in his bathtub. Bill began his hunting career as a truant, poaching pheasants out near the JFK airport. He still seems willing to shoot ducks on the water and pheasants out of trees. I'd say that the contrast between these two men is obvious. These two images show the spectrum of how a sporting life can build you up and knock you down. Should 10-year-olds be going on expensive guided hunting trips? Should retired professors be trying to eek one more season from a pair of ruined waders? I'd like to spend some of 2015 thinking about these questions.