bigwheelzip
Absent Comrade
I was surprised last year when my granddaughter and her father decided to "try" hunting, after shooting clays together for a couple of years. Surprised because nobody we know hunts, and its not a popular pastime on Long Island, NY, where they live.
They took a hunting course together, and tried hunting game birds last season, without success.
Well, last week they tried again, and my granddaughter bagged a bird. Now all of a sudden she's become Teddy Roosevelt, with plans to line her walls with trophy heads.
Where did my little princess go? What metamorphosis occurs as you walk through the tall grass? I am sure though, as her finger pulls the trigger to drop a trophy buck, her nails will be perfectly manicured and polished, but perhaps sporting a camo pattern.
They took a hunting course together, and tried hunting game birds last season, without success.
Well, last week they tried again, and my granddaughter bagged a bird. Now all of a sudden she's become Teddy Roosevelt, with plans to line her walls with trophy heads.

Where did my little princess go? What metamorphosis occurs as you walk through the tall grass? I am sure though, as her finger pulls the trigger to drop a trophy buck, her nails will be perfectly manicured and polished, but perhaps sporting a camo pattern.


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