Sunday, November 26, 2000

Just as I am getting ready to head back up north, my dad is getting ready to go deer hunting with my grandfather and uncle. Every fall they pack up the truck with vienna sausages and sleeping bags and head to the family cabin on their annual hunting trip.

They haven't come home with a deer in years. I always feel sad for my dad when he comes dragging home empty handed, but also I feel secret relief for all the happy deer dancing around still alive. Besides, I think the trip is more about hiking around, eating cheese and pretzels and playing cards for a week.

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