My Dad, The Wise Hunter
The hunting season is in full swing. Everywhere you look you see people dressed in camoflauge clothing and quite often you spot a pickup that has one or more deer or antelope in the box. Walk into a sporting goods store, and you will see hunters purchasing what they need for hunting.
Although I’ve never gone deer or antelope or elk hunting, I vividly remember hunting squirrels, rabbits and quail when I was growing up in southeast Iowa.
Fishing and hunting were a necessity for my family. Dad, a coal miner, was out of work from the first of April to the first of October. Being a miner, he...