Since I was 12, maybe 13, I have spent Thanksgiving with my Dad, my cousin, and my Uncle out in the deer woods. Our Thanksgiving meal? Cold ham sandwiches. This was 38 years ago... As time went on, things changed a bit - like you could shoot a doe versus buck only; we would come in for lunch at my Uncle's place, take naps and then head back out that evening. What didn't change was that we were always hunting deer on Thanksgiving. Old Man Time marches on. Marriages, kids, loss of hunting properties and finding new ones, and eventually old age itself made it all but impossible for our fathers to join us in the woods. We would still get together, tell hunting stories (aka lies from faded memories), and have a toast of Schnapps, bourbon, Scotch, and / or beer. Sometimes we would break out deer salami and even sometimes we never made it to the woods before it was time for lunch. Zero regrets. All happy memories. What I don't remembe...
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