True StoriesSend us your true stories! If we like them, we'll add them. My Grand-dad was a wonderful, kind, honest, Christian man. 
He took me hunting, but more often fishing. A favorite storie is from one our last fishing trips together. We were in a small flat-bottomed boat Grand-dad loved to retell the story as he got older.
These men and their stories are precious to me. I'm not making fun of Grand-Dad. It just happens, hunting & fishing stories get better with age. I always say, "If I'm not honest, I'm not anything." My true stories, will be honest; but... Buck I started hunting with dad when I was about 8 years old; dad loved to quail hunt, sometimes squirrel hunt, and rarely deer hunted.
Dad never got a deer, but one of his stories 
Hunting in the dense vegetation of a Northeast Texas swampy bottom, dad "had to go". He leaned his gun up against a tree, and "got down" a few feet away to take care of "his business". He had the "white paper work" in hand when a curious buck stepped out. The deer seemed confused about the strange looking "whitetail" (dad). Dad dropped the tissue, and tried to shuffle over a couple of feet to reach his gun.
That had to be a sight; the buck got over his curiosity. More of my True Stories: Stolen Keys Send us your stories! If we like them, we'll add them.
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