Addicting
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I had the privilege to be with my dad on likely his last hunt. We both know what fate the next year holds. So for the past two days we have sat in the blind remembering time gone by. For over 50 years he has chased Whitetails across MI. At every deer sighting, hearing the excitement of a 13 year old masked in a tired voice, is a memory to last lifetime.
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