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Great post by the way. As stated, sure does bring back fond memories. Since I was about 5 or so, dad would take me to the local dump and shoot rats. Then years of whistle pig hunting on his buddies farms..give me the 22 and sit me by a hole a few feet away and wait..thing is dad never went to his hunting trips to the mountains with is buddies without me along...Orange rags pinned everywhere with safety pins.. I would always be looking for IT...still to this day, never did find IT and still look for IT every trip outdoors...lol....but I did spend lots of his archery hunts looking for snakes while I was a pup and remember getting 13 one day to be exact. Memories of us sitting on the side of gamelands grassy road with his bow laying in the middle of it about 10yds away and watching a deer step over it. He had taught me tons and not a hunting day goes past without applying one of his little tricks or passing the info to my kids when in the field. Is why we are always successful. Gave me a Stevens mod 22-410 over/under for my 9th birthday. (wonder what it would be worth today) My uncle had broken the stock and when dad had the gunsmith make a new one, the smith had carved a pheasant one one side and a coon on the other without charge and said Happy Birthday. Still have it. Dad could shoot the speck off a spot but had never shot a deer. Found out later, he had more fun taking us out and never wanted to shoot one but he would go even when I was way too young to hunt..Thanks dad....for introducing me to the ourdoors and all the memories..rats,squirrels,bunnies, beagles..groundhogs..deer ..snakes...and life itself.
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