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When I was a kid, my Dad would drive my cousin and me out to Desert, TX and drop us off in the woods for a couple of weeks with .22 rifles, canteens, a frying pan, a can of Crisco and some salt.
Nowadays, the sky above our house would be filled with drones and black choppers full of SWAT ninjas if he even thought about it.
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"There you go, again." Ronald Reagan
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