[nynor]

back in the late 60's and early 70's, my dad kept us in meat by hunting deer. i was too young to remember it. to hear him tell it (the laws were much different back then, mind you) he would fill his buck tag, then fill his anterless tag, then fill one or two or sometimes five of his friends' tags that couldn't shoot or couldn't be bothered to stick with it until they shot something. by my uncles' accounts, my father was quite the hunter. and he can really really shoot, i've seen him in action. sadly, he never really took me out to hunt. frankly, yesterday, was one of the funnest days of my life, one that i will never forget. and i wasn't even carrying a firearm.