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The essence of hunting for me...
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<blockquote data-quote="Mike Belt" data-source="post: 4263885" data-attributes="member: 69"><p>I commend you on your story. It strikes home. Every time I go to my safe and pull out a deer rifle to head to the woods I always spy the little 410/22 over and under sitting in the back corner. If it could talk the stories it could tell of a gangly 12 year old dressed in over sized hand me down camo stalking through the woods at sunrise. First light would find him picking off the fox squirrels that frequented the edges of the woods, often silhouetted on a limb against a full moon. As the morning light allowed he'd head into the timber on a path that took him by every tree he had come to know where the squirrels preferred breakfast; the white oaks, the red oaks, and the hickories. Each held a different approach and many times each yielded another squirrel to be tucked into his belt. Often times that kid seemed to be as much at home there as the bushytails he pursued...and often times he still is.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Mike Belt, post: 4263885, member: 69"] I commend you on your story. It strikes home. Every time I go to my safe and pull out a deer rifle to head to the woods I always spy the little 410/22 over and under sitting in the back corner. If it could talk the stories it could tell of a gangly 12 year old dressed in over sized hand me down camo stalking through the woods at sunrise. First light would find him picking off the fox squirrels that frequented the edges of the woods, often silhouetted on a limb against a full moon. As the morning light allowed he'd head into the timber on a path that took him by every tree he had come to know where the squirrels preferred breakfast; the white oaks, the red oaks, and the hickories. Each held a different approach and many times each yielded another squirrel to be tucked into his belt. Often times that kid seemed to be as much at home there as the bushytails he pursued...and often times he still is. [/QUOTE]
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