01.02.10 Memories of my Daddy, always come running back thru my mind when I see deer in a field. He was a deer hunter, but he killed more with a cars then a gun. He loved being out in the woods and hunting. He wanted me to be a mighty deer hunter as well. I spent most of my very young years playing with toy guns, watching him skin deer and other animals. Plus hanging with his hunting friends. Mom bought a VRC and two movies Bambi and Cinderella one year for Christmas. Well, the big day came when I could go out to the woods with my Daddy when he was hunting. I layed still on the ground as a deer come close. Daddy got his gun ready, and I yelled, " BAMBI, run... run BAMBI run. " That was then end of Dad taking me hunting with him, and he was very mad at me. Well, if he only knew I now that I shoot deer every chance I get........with a Nikon Camera.
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