My Uncle Herbert ran a hardware store and owned a tree farm ..... mostly Christmas trees. During the weeks before the season he would "take a walk in the woods" with me along on occasion to find our "spot". The first day of the season he was to busy in the store to hunt, and the woods "to full of fools" ..... he would say. Sometime mid week he would talk my mother into letting me take off from school "to get our deer." I had to be ready to go by 5AM. I was up by 3 to excited for sleep. My mother always made me eat even though our first stop was my Uncle Andy's restaurant where we joined a dozen or so other hunters in a country breakfast .......I even got to drink coffee, just like the adults. The drive to the tree farm took about an hour so it was well after 8 by the time we reached the spot Uncle Herbert picked out. We didn't have scent block camo or anything else much for that matter and usually just stood about talking about deer.
The 4 or 5 times I went with him (until I found out how much fun girls were) back those 50+ years ago we never left without a deer. Sometimes as early as lunch time and only once past 3 PM. We would then bring the field dressed deer to the local butcher who had a place set up behind his store for processing. My uncle would take a picture of us with our bounty using his old Kodak 35 and a week or so later it would hang in his store window with the rifle from his stock we used that year. He would always tell his customers it was my deer, which was only true one time ..... but he said it was OK to say because advertising always takes liberties with reality!
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