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with my dad
It all started one weekend when I was at my dad's house, but before I went to my dad's house, I just come back from hunting and we spent many many hours out there going down old Murphy Dome Road, and we saw nothing the whole way there.
So when I got back, I went over to my dad's house. And when we got there I saw a moose head on Brian's car...oh gosh, I am so sorry, Brian is the owner of my dad's house. So I went to the back of the moose, and you know me, I am so curious; I looked and I could see through the eyes of the moose. And I never forgot that day.
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