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I wanted to become an all-American man. So I learned to hunt.

QUARTZ.COM September 13, 2018 – I first saw it out of the corner of my eye. “Deer! Deer!” I whispered through clenched teeth. Finally. After nearly two hours of waiting, with freezing feet and a numb ass, I was going to do what I set out to do: kill a deer. In the gloom of the late afternoon December light, a gray form emerged from a thicket near the tree where I perched, 20 feet off the ground. My hunting guide, Fisher Neal, and I sat back-to-back, with the tree trunk between us, on precarious metal platforms Fisher had strapped to the tree months ago.  [full article]

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