Dear Mother: I went to the woods for a couple of hours this morning,( before it got so hot). I met a lovely young redhead. We played with my bow and arrows for a while, and then I invited her home for Pie. Your loving son, John
Grandson Jack and I took his little .410 out this AM and bagged two fox squirrels. One in pignut and one in a poplar. Saw a couple more in poplar. Saw no sign of them in shagbarks as of now. We seem to have planty of mast other than a lower amount of walnut this year. John I took some of those shells you gave me, opened the crimp, dumped the 8s and refilled with 4s. Gives the .410 a bit more range.
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I do not seek the good of others as a sanction for my right to exist, nor do I recognize the good of others as a justification for their seizure of my property or their destruction of my life.- Hank Rearden
ya seen a bunch here but the trees are huge,this place has never been logged..trees are so big cant find one to put up a climber....john i thought this was a letter to your mom like some of your other short stories,i just lost my mom tuesday night.
