Reminds me of my mom's Uncle Lee. We used to stop by his ranch once in a while when we were out in the hill country. There were several patched holes in the screen door looking out of the kitchen into the side yard, and across an adjacent pasture.
Seems he didn't like to get up from breakfast, lunch or supper just to shoot a deer, and the table also made a nice bench.
He was a WW2 vet and had lost one arm while in Europe. It was a hoot to ride around with him while he drove his old Willis through the hills and canyons.