November 13, 2013 | Volume 100 / Number 45

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.

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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...

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