Monday, November 17, 2008


If you grew up where deer season was a major event in the family, you will enjoy this article from a small town in Michigan.

ESCANABA - Tomorrow will mark my 40th opening day for deer hunting. Perhaps it goes back even further as I don't know how many times I was there as a kid and not old enough to shoot.
Each year my father would take my brothers and I out to tromp the woods, dressed in the ever present red plaid wool of the season.
I can remember dad waking me up at a time that seemed ungodly early. Heck, it felt like we had just gone to bed. the rest of the story...

I have postcards that my dad sent to my mom when they were in their late teens from him at deer camp. I will try to scan them someday to share.


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