My father was never a hunter, so therefore I didn’t become a hunter.
I always felt like I missed something when guys would start talking about hunting deer, wild turkey (not the kind in a bottle), squirrel, and so on. It just seemed so neat going into the woods and bringing back the equivalent of a side of beef. Mind you, until I had kids, it seemed neater to just go to Hardee’s and pick up my beef already cooked and served on buns in an air-conditioned restaurant, but that’s another story.
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