One weekend not long ago, my son, Bob, and my wife, Donna, encouraged me to do a pair of things that needed to be done.
For Christmas, Bob had bought me a new shotgun for turkey hunting to replace one that was having mechanical problems. To be ethical, a turkey hunter should target in his favorite shotgun to be certain that it will hit where he is pointing it so that he can make humane kills. It had been quite a few weeks since Christmas, and I hadn't gotten to it yet. Bob called me one Saturday about noon, wondering what I was doing that afternoon. I'd tried to talk myself into going fishing,...
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