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Hunting the odd things

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Snipe season is open. Very few people hunt snipe. When we were kids, we tricked our friends (and others) into night-time snipe hunts with rituals, lights, and a fantastic opportunity to abandon gullible newbies in strange places. It only worked once per individual. Our fun ended when a city kid stepped off a steep edge of the creek in the dark and broke his collar bone. He happened to be my cousin and my father failed to see the humor in that situation. It is still a bit funny to me today and whatever punishment I received is no longer ...


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