Bucks to Ducks | It’s About the Hunting, not the Killing
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My dad introduced me to hunting at a very young age. I can remember him giving me toy bow and arrows and cork guns and sending me to play in the yard. Many hours were spent pretending to shoot the sparrows on the feeder yet somehow I always came back to the house empty handed. When it got closer to fall I would watch my dad shoot his bow at the target outside after dinner every night, wishing my toy bow and arrow could be as accurate as his. I can remember the tree bark camo hanging from the clothesline during the weeks before deer season and the treestands lining the side of our deck. When the season came and he would go hunting, I would wait by the window in our living room for the headlights of his truck to turn into our drive. When he finally got home I would bolt out the door to see if he gotten anything. I could never figure out how he could be hunting for so long and not come back with a deer! I understand why now.
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