Hunted a grizzly with a muzzleloader from behind a brush "wall." I thought I was going to die until the bear came into view. Then it became a certainty. I fired, smoke billowed out so I couldn't see anything, I waited to die. Smoke cleared, and the bear was on the ground. I now have a new rug. It's nice.
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I was nothing but a lonely all American boy,
Looking out for something to do.
And you were nothing but a lonely all American girl,
But you were something like a dream come true.
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