totally random, from the son....

Going through all my writing and randomness and found this good gem in the slush pile.  My son comes by his creativity honestly.  He sent me this email from deer camp one November….
“The one and only GWH speaking, its now day 6 out in the cold, jim had to shoot a wild squirrell to keep us alive. got almost whole box of bullets but i dont know how long thats gonna last. the temperatures dropping rapidly but my half a beard and my wool socks are keeping me warm. the big bucks are starting to roam, g2g hit the woods.

ps. love and miss u mom”


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