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Last hunt.....
Long story and a bit personal. My Dad died of cancer a few years back - came on in a rush. Sick for a few months and then dead.
We had moved way back in the swamp where we hunted. We were sitting watching a hog wallow. He and I were both backed up to a large tree and sitting down, shoulder to shoulder.
A doe ghosted by with-in 5 feet or so and never noticed us. Very magical and neat. We never spoke about it much, but that was the last time my dad sat in the woods with a rifle in his hands. All the details are clear as the day they happened.
Giz
PS. Scattered his ashes in that same swamp four months later.
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