Wow.
It's now been almost four years since my father passed away, and it is still mighty rough sometimes. He and I hunted together every year since I was about 9 years old, so as you can imagine, 2008 was a rough year for me. Losing him, then facing my first hunting season without him, led to some of my darkest days. Thankfully, they were interspersed with some good and very bright moments, as the kindness of friends gave me ample opportunities to share their company and to hunt and take deer.
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