Blasphemy, I know. I grew up in Northern Michigan and spent every fall wing shooting, and deer hunting with my dad. I always looked forward to bird hunting because it was fun to walk around the woods while BSing with my dad, and watching our old Springer Spaniel “Springer” work. After small game season ended, firearm deer season always started on November 15th. I always put on a good face for deer hunting, but I …
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