You might think by now that Vaughn and I hunted and fished to kill game. That is far from our reality. Vaughn, my dog Barney and I would often hunt grouse. We never shot one. Our technique was just wrong and neither of us cared. Vaughn and I would walk the edge of a field and the wood always within eyesight of each other and Barney would dash back and forth between us. Ever pheasant in world would hear us and fly off long before we got close enough for a shot. Why did we do it? Just to spend time together.