Suffering indignities of turkey hunting
hile chatting with my son Damon on Friday night, I mentioned I was going turkey hunting Saturday morning, to let him know where I would be in case he was also going out. My six-year-old grandson, Zane, never lets a word go by unnoticed. With big blue eyes looking up at me he asked, "Can I go hunting with you, Grandpa?"
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