Whitetail Deer It was December 11th, 2010, opening day for the second shotgun season in Iowa, and I was at home in my bed sleeping. Until my dad walked in at 5:00 a.m., tore my covers off and said, “Quinton, get up. It’s 5:00 a.m. Wanna be on the road in forty-five minutes.” I grunted and rolled out of bed. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I walked to the bathroom across from my room. I stuck my head under the faucet and took a drink from the cold stream of water. Feeling refreshed, I went back…
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