A Comfortable Routine

I had the pleasure of hunting with my father for about thirty years, until he passed on. And while many's the time we hunted the same patch of woods, other times we'd split up to hunt and then get back together as needed, to help each other out.

Dad helped me many times, and I got to repay it more often as time went by. This article is about one of the few times that Dad needed my help "in the field," and I was able to help make a sour morning turn sweet.

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