Those little sprucies are getting costy when I have to shoot them out of the trees...losing my arrows. As far as I'm concerned that's what arrows are for. I took my son out of the first half of school the other day for a lesson in life/hunting. Father/son time is priceless to me, equally important as academia. We got out on the 4-wheeler and shot up some good meat. He's seven years old and can clean the breasts and remove the gizzard by himself. I'm proud of the little guy. I love AK. I'm hoping the snow holds off a bit longer.