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Honesty By Jeff Berti

Some of my fondest memories are as a small boy growing up in North Central Missouri spending time hunting and fishing with my dad.

One vivid memory occurred on the last day of deer season. I had already filled my tags and was sitting at the dining room table looking out of our sliding glass door. I saw a large ten point buck standing next to our pond, polishing his

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