My Father--Vintage hunting photo.
To say we grew up poor would be an understatement. My father loved to hunt, but rarely let himself enjoy the privilege, 4 kids on a dairy farm to support.
In the 1950's, the men would get together and put on fox drives. This is the only hunting photo known of my father. The car was my Uncle Sam's, Model A--still owned by his grandson. The gun a Model 12 full choke, I killed my first deer with it, and my brother still has it. I grew up in that old farmhouse. I have been searching for this picture for years, thought it was lost, but found it this morning. Dad died of cancer when I was 8.
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"How kind it is that most of us will never know when we have fired our last shot"--Nash Buckingham
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