When October meant hunting in the high desert
In October, during my sophomore year of high school, my schedule was: school from 8 a.m. to 3 p.m., football practice 4 p.m. to 6 p.m., and a couple of nights working at the gas station. And then on Fridays, I’d come home, and my dad would be packing for that weekend’s hunting trip.
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