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Post by Ron on Apr 27, 2012 9:09:47 GMT -6
Here is a picture of my Father introducing me to deer and beginning my training as a wildlife manager (that hunts as part of a management plan because every time I pull the trigger or release an arrow, I am making a management decision at the local level. This make me a local wildlife manager) That was back in 1964. I’m the one on the right with my hand in my mouth. That’s my father in the white T-shirt. We have been on a lot of hunts. He is older, slower, in poorer health but still has the desire to hunt. As such, his hunting methods have change. That’s why I’m building him an insulated tower stand because he cant take the cold any more.
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Post by Ron on Apr 27, 2012 21:20:10 GMT -6
Who is the little fellow in the spotted coat? The story I was told was Its mom was laying dead on the side of the road so my dad and uncle brought it home.
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