The Great Outdoors

Please Note: This blog post is a teaser for the book, Straight: an ExGay Prodigal Story.

Where I come from, hunting is in the blood. Hunter’s safety training is required, and fathers train their sons. Dad and I lived it. Most people hunt whitetail deer and turkeys. Dad and I hunted everything from crows and groundhogs to bears, although neither of us ever got a bear. By 14 years old, I had shot a buck, turkey, red fox and an abundance of small game such (ex. rabbits, squirrels). More enjoyable than the conquest were the strategy and thrill of the hunt. Often after school, I hiked up the hill behind our house to call crows, look for a groundhog or simply enjoy time outdoors.

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These were good times that I would not fully appreciate until I lost them.

“The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.”    John 10:10

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