The River
“Watch out, these rocks can get pretty slick,” my dad said. Of course, I didn’t really take it into consideration that hey, maybe he can be right. Let me give you some background information first.
It all started two years ago in the fall of 2005. My dad and I took a trip into the mountains to do a little elk hunting. The night before we actually started hunting, we decided that we were going to hunt in an area that required us to cross a river.
We woke up bright and ...
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