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I'm part Chippewa on my mother's side.
I never met my half-Chippewa grandfather on her side. Evidently he was a classic case of the dead beat drunken Indian, excuse me Native American. The deer have been plentiful in my part of North Carolina in recent years. I haven't hunted since I was considerably younger, but my son still goes bow hunting.
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notapoet
on August 24, 2007 at 2:35 AM
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my pappaw would take each granddaughter-- not grandson
and place us on his lap or knee and then he would prop open the window and lay his rifle along side-- at the little house at the family farm-- that is how we all thught hunting was done-- from the safety
of one's home.
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riri0322
on August 23, 2007 at 8:15 PM
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They sound like wonderful memories...
posted by
dark_mistress_again
on August 23, 2007 at 5:36 PM
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A wonderful recollection
posted by
CatLadyintheAttic
on August 23, 2007 at 5:14 PM
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