MY DAYS OF HUNTING ARE LONG PAST. AND OLE FATHER TIME IS ADVANCING TOWARD MY DOOR. I MISS THE SMELL OF THE MORNING MIST AND THE SOUNDS OF GAME ON THOSE FROSTY MORNINGS AND THE EXCITEMENT OF HUNT.
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