Hunting may not be for everyone, especially me

When I was a kid, I loved going to deer camp. The actual hunting part wasn’t my favorite thing on Earth.
Deer hunting combined a couple of my least favorite things I can think of — being cold and getting up obscenely early.
Still, I was out there with my dad every year, my eyes peeled for the first sign of a deer. It normally didn’t last long because when you combine being very sleepy with being bundled up because of the cold, sleep was usually quick to find me.

For the full column, see Friday's (November 22) Malvern Daily Record.

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