Posted November 7, 2014 10:17 am by Comments

By gunwriter I had the best summer of my life. A tall order after 49 years for sure. Watched my wife become a hunter. Shared a campfire with good friends. Maybe the best part was spending two weeks alone with my son, Bat. We hunted. We laughed. We stood next to the king of beasts as he roared not 30 feet away. We ate wild things. Saw wilder things. And we got homesick. He became a man – almost – and I became prouder that I already was. Funny thing, when I think about the time we shared, the first thing I …read more

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