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Wild Goose Hunting
A true hunting story by: Stop Rocket Motion Y.T.
Do the words painful mean anything to me? No, they obviously don't after this wild day I had, just off a hunting story. It started with a misty, early, morning. The moon was dull. Clouds passed the sky rapidly as my groggy hunting group woke up. I reached for my shot gun shells, and stuffed them in my pockets. The group headed out towards the door. We walked down the muddy dirt road until we...
Do the words painful mean anything to me? No, they obviously don't after this wild day I had, just off a hunting story. It started with a misty, early, morning. The moon was dull. Clouds passed the sky rapidly as my groggy hunting group woke up. I reached for my shot gun shells, and stuffed them in my pockets. The group headed out towards the door. We walked down the muddy dirt road until we...
