Yea, owning a high dollar shotgun was not way up on the list of priorities but everyone in the family hunted and we had mothers and granmothers who could make a rabbit or a squirrel taste better than steak, especially when you layered on the biscuits and gravy. We may have been poor but no one knew it. Just like coming in out of the snow after cutting firewood all day and sitting down to a plate of white beans, corn bread and buttermilk. You thought you were rich if no one told you any different. And when you counted up what really mattered at the time, we were rich.
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