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I have been "adopted" by my wife's family. They let me stock the freezer. My pops did a little hunting when younger, but didn't continue after serving. Now he puts out a mineral lick and takes pictures. When I visit I make the obligatory peqqqqqqqqqew sound each time I see a mulie or elk. He just smiles and reaches for the camera. He's happy to let me bring dinner.
I wish I had the kind of bonding with him that hunting brings. Maybe one day, but it had better come soon.
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la plus belle des ruses du diable est de vous persuader qu'il n'existe pas!
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