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Post by Ron on Jan 25, 2009 20:15:53 GMT -6
While visiting the home farm over the weekend. My Mother has started purging some of her stuff. She made digital copies of her photo albums and gave them out to me and my brothers and sisters. It was great to look back on these old photos so I thought I'd share some of them here. this is my hunting story. It all started back in 1964. I studied deer behavior from my crib and at the ripe old age of one. I brought home my first deer. I'm the one with my hand in my mouth. I didn't read the regs very well so I missed the part about killing the deer. During the spring and summer months. I spent some time on the racing circuit but soon infighting with the pit crew brought an end to that. That's me in the lead car I would spend the fall and winters on the Northern range hunting deer. I'm the one in the middle with the brown hat. As time passed. It was getting a bit crowded on the farm. I mean REALLY crowded. (far right) It was time to branch out on my own and live off the land. (and whatever I could carry in a brown paper bag.) I met up with a couple of fur traders and we made our way West to settle new frontiers. (center) I got in with a bad crowd and did a bit of partying. I raised a little too much hell and had to lay low for a while.
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Post by Ron on Jan 25, 2009 20:21:36 GMT -6
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Post by Ron on Jan 25, 2009 20:24:21 GMT -6
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Post by Ron on Jan 26, 2009 5:38:36 GMT -6
Time sure flies, dont it? At the speed of light.
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Post by Ron on Mar 2, 2009 20:35:45 GMT -6
That before picture is great. Love all the high tech hunting gear on the wall. We all know a bow like that could never kill a deer today.
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