During my training in woodworking in Missoula MT. my friend Jerry and I would take advantage of days out of school. We hunted the Bitterroot River in icey conditions floating it in his canoe and jumpshooting ducks and geese. Some folks looked at us as though we has a few extra holes in our head...and we just smiled back. Maybe we got some birds that day or not, it was more about just being out in those wild places and being a part of something bigger than us.
Women's Hunting Journal Integrity For The Hunt
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