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The Feeling After a Clean Kill Is Not Regret. It Is the Reason You Hunt.
I shot my first deer at eighteen and spent the next hour wondering why I did not feel like a man. I had spent…
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Field Hunter is the Field Honest house byline for real field narratives shaped by the editorial desk. Stories may come from our own experience, friends and contributors, or reader submissions. First-person voice preserves the source narrator's perspective; the byline does not claim that one person lived every story.
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