The adventures of a rookie deer hunter
With everyone carrying guns, we were like desperadoes headed to hold up a train as I and the guys who were taking me hunting crunched through the predawn darkness on the way to our respective tree stands. Here I was, headed out for my first deer hunting experience with these native hunters. I felt what I thought was a huge wave of male bonding sweep over me, but I think that it was gas from the greasy hunter's breakfast I had eaten earlier at the restaurant.
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