I guess I appreciate it more, my step dad introduced me to duck hunting at a young age, I guess I was in 3rd grade, and I remember vividly him picking me up early at school on Fridays, and heading out to the houseboat which was in Charenton and spending the entire weekend hunting, fishing and whatever. After a few short years he and my mother divorced and I didn't get to hunt much until I was much older, late teens, but the desire to be out there was always present, the sights, sounds, cold morning sunrises, the smells of the swamp, marsh, or where ever we were hunting. Suppose some people don't appreciate that...
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