My father used to take me with him on hunting trips. I was only four or
five years old and he never ever killed anything when I was with him,
but we used to call them hunting trips anyway. One early morning we came
to the edge of a clearing where there was a large swampy area. The mist
was rising off the water and there was a moose standing a little ways
from us just looking at us. We were very quiet and he stood there for a
long time just looking and eating grassy things from the water. There
was water dripping off his chin. I have tried a few times to paint the
picture that's in my head but I have never gotten it right. Not to
please me anyway. This is one of my better attempts, I really think I
will get it just right one of these days because I can see it so clear
in my mind.
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