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Got my first license in 1960 when i turned 14. Bought a Westernfield 12 ga. pump. Spent a lot of time with Dad hunting grouse just outside of a little town called Ceres. Think it is in NY. Where we hunted was. Two years later we moved to Lockport, NY. Dad bought a house out in the country. Everything around there was posted. Dad said he wasn't going to kiss butt to hunt there. He never hunted again. I was old enough to hunt alone by then and got permission to hunt most of the land around there. My grandfather bought me a beagle. That was in the days of lots of pheasants. The dog didn't know what a rabbit was but he sure was good on pheasants. No problem to go out in the morning and shoot my limit. Sorry for being so long winded but that brought back lots of memories. Do to health reasons i no longer hunt. Sure do miss it though.
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