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It was the hunt of dreams
By Will Maines

THE DARK OF night grudgingly gives way to the first dawn of light over the oak-covered ridge where a hunter sits silently in wait.

It is spring in Kentucky, and the hunter, a long way from his North Wisconsin home, is looking forward to a sun that will soon lift the temperature on his ridge from an early morning low of 40 to a bone-warming high of 75 later in the day.

It has been a hard, cold winter up north,

Tuesday, March 25, 2014 11:33 AM


0 #1 Joe Lakota 2014-03-25 20:28
Will, We send you thoughts of a speedy recovery as well as our sympathy and prayers on the loss of your Father. Best Regards, Judy and Joe Lakota

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