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<blockquote data-quote="dennishoddy" data-source="post: 2093710" data-attributes="member: 5412"><p>I was a wanna-be mountain man, as I read all of the great outdoor novels around at the time in the 60's.</p><p>My Uncle(a great outdoorsman) owned 160 acres in Osage country that had a 90 acre patch of woods with a natural spring. My folks would drop me off for a weekend, with some beans, taters, .410 single shot shotgun, and what ever fishing tackle I could pack into a back pack. I built my own shelter, built fire, and caught fish or shot small game to eat. I was in heaven. Started at 12 years old, and by the time I was 14, those woods belonged to me, as well as permission from the neighbor. I never ran out of food.</p><p></p><p>Unknown to me, my uncle was slipping in there at night to assess my bean, tater and onion supplies. It never dawned on me that they never got low......LOL.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="dennishoddy, post: 2093710, member: 5412"] I was a wanna-be mountain man, as I read all of the great outdoor novels around at the time in the 60's. My Uncle(a great outdoorsman) owned 160 acres in Osage country that had a 90 acre patch of woods with a natural spring. My folks would drop me off for a weekend, with some beans, taters, .410 single shot shotgun, and what ever fishing tackle I could pack into a back pack. I built my own shelter, built fire, and caught fish or shot small game to eat. I was in heaven. Started at 12 years old, and by the time I was 14, those woods belonged to me, as well as permission from the neighbor. I never ran out of food. Unknown to me, my uncle was slipping in there at night to assess my bean, tater and onion supplies. It never dawned on me that they never got low......LOL. [/QUOTE]
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