I miss my dad...Died when I was 12.....We fished and during hunting season he'd pick me up from school with the dogs to hunt rabbits....Spent many a nite in the swamp bull eyeing nutria....Many a deer killed with the old 22.....Before you condemm you did what you had to do to feed your family....I would give my right arm for one more nite in the swamp with him....
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