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MagazineWolverine hunt
While driving, my grandfather – the greatest hunter I’ve ever known – asks me how many bullets I have left. “Atausiq,” I reply. One. He looks back at me and tells me if I miss it, the wolverine will be long gone.
While driving, my grandfather – the greatest hunter I’ve ever known – asks me how many bullets I have left. “Atausiq,” I reply. One. He looks back at me and tells me if I miss it, the wolverine will be long gone.
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