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Dad’s Old Hunting Coat
One of my fondest childhood memories is the elated look on my dad’s face when he returned from the woods after his latest hunt. He knew his land in northeastern Pennsylvania well, having grown up there, and he loved every inch of it. As the weather turned cold, and the small-game season started, Dad would walk through...
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Africa Queen, My Beautiful Mother-in-Law! Circa: 1968-1971
You don’t have to be a hunter to be a true outdoors woman. Take my Mother-in-Law, Dotsy Boineau for example. She was in her late 30’s and though she loved to travel, going to Africa was the last thing on her mind. Her husband, who loved to hunt, wanted to take an African safari and she was…
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A Perfectly Wonderful Quail Hunt
We were fortunate in being able to book a last-minute quail hunt at Back Woods Quail Club in Georgetown, South Carolina, where we have enjoyed membership for many years. The weather was delightful, with partly cloudy skies, a meager chance of rain, and temperatures hovering around 70 degrees. Unfortunately, two previous quail hunts had been canceled because…
