In some ways, it's hard to believe it's already been five years since this hunt... and in other ways it seems like a long time has passed. It was my first deer season without my father, and it seemed like circumstances were completely against me from the start. It didn't help that I'd squandered my only chance at a legal deer by trying (and failing) to hit it with one of Dad's handguns. But one day, the wind stopped blowing. Sure, it was bitter cold - but the wind stopped blowing. And that day turned out to be pretty wonderful.
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