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When you have youngsters you never can tell what they'll be like
down the road a ways. My son loved going to the range with me. I'll never get over the ear to ear smile when he shot his first woodchuck. But they do change with time. Mostly hormones get in the way! His chunky, tree hugger wife has brain-washed their three daughters into believing all animals are our friends, never to be shot or harmed in any fashion. Why we love our furry little friends. It makes me ill! Best wishes from a disgruntled old codger.
Cal - Montreal
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