For as long as I can remember I’ve never been what you’d call a “sportsman.” Sure, I played little league and I enjoy whitewater kayaking, but I’ve never worn camouflage or had the desire to drive a truck. Those are the things best left to the right wing, conservative, country Christians that I grew up with. I would only want to be caught wearing a pair of cowboy boots if it was considered ironic. The closest I ever got to being a “sportsman” was when my father took me dove hunting when I was a child. It was a horrific event. I shot 9 birds dead, but the tenth one did not go gentle into that good night. It flopped and fought for its life, which I removed along with its head when my father made me ring its neck. I screamed like a little girl as I held that bird’s head in my hand and had a bunch of grown rednecks laugh at me. That being said…I’d rather hunt dove, deer, and kittens than Job Hunt.
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