Posted October 22, 2019 11:59 am by Comments

By gunwriter My family instilled the love for the hunt inside me. My mother loved to sit in a hickory patch—still as a mouse—squirrel hunting. My father and his trusty Winchester Model 12, 16-gauge prowled the West Virginia hills for squirrel, rabbit, turkey and deer. And my grandfather, with his prosthetic leg and cane, followed coon hounds from dusk until dawn. They always took me along and I relished the adventure. So much so that I made a career out of telling others about the joys of hunting. But, as much as I enjoyed the smell of the wild, the wind in… …Read the Rest

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