Outdoor Adventures
Deer,Dad,and Opening Day By Pete Lathrop
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or as long as I can remember, something between dread and glee struggles within me when fall comes around. I can’t quite explain it. When the first signs of color form on the maples and the slight drops in temperature take place, I begin to think about the brevity of the few warm months of northern Michigan and begin to prepare for the coming winter. That’s the dreadful part. But the
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beginning of autumn also brings about warm memories of conversations with my dad about the coming hunting season. The deep love of the outdoors and pursuing the elusive whitetail deer brought a special bond between us. Dad has been gone for a while now, but I still talk to him while driving my pickup to work in the morning. I can hear him ask me if I’ve found a spot to hang my stand or if the acorns are heavy or not. That’s
