In the early 70's: The weather had finally warmed to freezing and a low pressure front was on the way, a perfect time to go Snowshoe Hare hunting. I called my brother and he said yes, so did his wife. So the 4 of us (my wife also) suited up and took off to one of our favorite spots, a little northeast of Milltown Wisc. The snow was about waist deep, no bother for us, my brother and I, we had snowshoes, the tag along's would have to wade through the deep stuff. A Snowshoe Hare sitting on the snow is impossible to see, you have to look for its silhouette on a dark background, and when you finally do spot one its usually running away. We slowly approached, we luckily spotted one sitting and shot it. A little further Sharon (my brothers wife) yells, I see one. We say where? Under that tree! I said its all trees. She says RIGHT THERE! I say where. Right there, are you blind, give me the damn gun. Now I'm the hunter, and there is no way I'm giving my gun up, especially to a W...... Times have changed since then and I am a more rational person now, in tune with the opposite sex. Today if she asked for my gun I would just reply, If you think you can do better than me, than take it. The Hare? tired of our arguing and hopped off, I think I could hear it laughing.
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