Dumb luck and the deer hunter
Though it's been a few years since I've donned the blaze orange and trotted out in the snow chasing deer, the annual hunt still brings back a lot of memories.
I had a pretty regular group of hunters with me: my stepfather, my uncle and my grandfather made up the core group, while some of their friends and acquaintances would occasionally join in, usually after a particularly successful year which led to some bragging on our part.
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