It started out when i was 6 years old i used to watch my dad pack up and go on weekend huntin trips to our huntin lodge we were members of and i so wanted to go with him but i couldnt my mom said i was to young but when i was 12 years old it was finaly time i could go i was so excited it was theoldest club on the eastern shore it was my dream future property i got to enjoy the best days of my life ther with buds id trust my life with but one day the famer just up and sold the place and we had no place to go it was the most depressing day of my life i couldnt hardly deal with it and now me and my dad have to hunt onpublic prop whitch isnt to bad but it will never be the same ive lost my fondest childhood memories and i never get them back

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