The year was 1997, and I didn't have much. Well, I actually had quite a bit in comparison with many folks, but not much of it was liquid. So when my friend Richard presented me with an opportunity to become a co-owner of some prime hunting land in central Georgia, I was in no position to participate. I was on the verge of selling my house and moving to the boonies in my native Florida, was about to see my mortgage debt increase while my income shrank, and had no extra cash nor anything of value to borrow against. And so the chance passed me by.
A couple of years later, Richard took me hunting on the place and I bagged a small doe. The place was largely bare because it had just been logged, my deer was not a large one, and I didn't see many deer on that trip - but I was hooked.
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