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Hunting With Dad
Way back in the back hills where even the ants didn't go, I remember going hunting with my father when I was just 14 years old. Of course I had to sweet talk my dad into taking me hunting. My dad was one of those guys that believed a female learned how to do it the cooking and cleaning.
I made a deal with him though, if he took me on this hunting trip and I got something I would never ask to go on another hunting trip. Well that year when I was just bearly 14 I went hunting and I shot and killed a nice doe. So I never asked to go on another hunting trip.