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" Despite not having any formal art training, Barbara’s talents are there for all to see, and for the artist, it's simply a God-given talent, They always appreciate someone that makes the effort such as this pre-game show when it is done on a voluntary basis. We wondered how the fawn had lost sight in his left eye and concluded it must have been a birth defect, He was beautiful beyond words and from that day on, Gene and I referred to him as the "Prince," though unbeknownst to us, this half-sighted young buck would soon become king of the farm herd-despite his slight handicap... Watching him during many early evenings in the sultry summer became routine activity but always pleasurable, Perhaps the loss of that eye only intensified the sight in the other and perhaps Mom Naturę saw fit to sharpen his other senses, smell and hearing; she always seemed to take care of things such as that... Indeed, this young stag was special. As autumn submitted to Old Man Winter, that fire bumed warmly within and awakened the little boy that perhaps "lives" in each of us prior to buck season? Countless seasons of tramping the deer woods from one coast to the other, and I still, to this day, find sleep strangely elusive the night before (Okay, a month before!) the season, Whether I'd be able to kill him should the opportunity arrive? I wondered whether I’d grown too fond of him, seeing him as a fawn and watching him browse countless times on Gene's farm. "Right there at the little bass pond, huh? I'm going out for some mornin' air, Gene, When he got to within a comfortable talking rangę, he hollered "Got the big boy, did ya?" I felt awful at the time but felt compelled to tell a little white, deer hunter's lie.

Casually, then, stretching his muscular neck to drink morę pond water, I just sat there, half smiling, awestruck by this miraculous creature of God's most careful molding, They may also find themselves a regional party with limited national reach or influence. Of course, conservatives are hoping for failure, With the movement's de facto leader Rush Limbaugh taking the point, conservatives will root at every misstep and sulk at every success of the Obama Administration. I very freąuently wished for the policies of the Bush Administration to fail, As it stands now the only voices we hear coming from most