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wctruitt · 17 days
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It’s that time of year again…spring is here in Middle TN and so are the strutters!!!
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wctruitt · 19 days
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wctruitt · 19 days
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I know that look she’s giving him and it ain’t good
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Waylon & Jessi
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by Hilal Serin
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wctruitt · 20 days
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The mere fair-weather hunter, who trusts entirely to the exertion of others, and does nothing more than ride or walk about under favorable circumstances, and shoot at what somebody else shows him, is a hunter in name only. Whoever would really deserve the title must be able at a pinch to shift for himself, to grapple with the difficulties and hardships of wilderness life unaided, and not only to hunt, but at times to travel for days, whether on foot or on horseback, alone.
— Theodore Roosevelt
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I would straight up do some shady fucking shit for DIS
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Whoever has long roamed and hunted in the wilderness always cherishes with wistful pleasure the memory of some among the countless camps he has made. The camp by the margin of the clear, mountain-hemmed lake; the camp in the dark and melancholy forest, where the gusty wind booms through the tall pine tops; the camp under gnarled cottonwoods, on the bank of a shrunken river, in the midst of endless grassy prairies,—of these, and many like them, each has had its own charm.
The Wilderness Hunter, by Theodore Roosevelt
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wctruitt · 2 months
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One of the greatest safeguards to man throughout the meanderings of his life is the love of a father, mother, brother and sister, children and friends; it is a great solace and anchor to right-thinking men when they may be hundreds and thousands of miles away. Love of family begets true patriotism in his bosom, for, in my opinion, there is no such thing as true patriotism without love of family.
Quote from - Seventy Years on the Frontier by Alexander Majors
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Mule deer does (I think??), Jackson Hole, WY [2-2-24]
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Mule deer, near Jackson Hole, WY [2-1-24]
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