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  • Yes. They have always been used as an antidote to fear. Or fear of difference.

    But, I choose to believe, that has not always been their primary purpose...until now. A very short story....


    We were driving over the endless miles of dirt road to get to my grandparents' home near Federal Dam, Minnesota, on the Leech Lake Indian Reservation.

    Rather suddenly my father stopped the car and pulled a shotgun out from somewhere. He got out of the car and aimed the gun. Even though I was a small child of three or four, everything in my system went on 'red alert' just from seeing the gun. Where did THAT come from? He took aim and shot! A big bird fell out of the sky. It was a pheasant though I thought it was called a partridge (apartment).

    I began to wail. Loudly. "Daddy," I cried, "Why did you shoot that apartment?"

    I was later told that my father, who had hunted since he was a provide food for his rid of his guns after that. His life was such now that he didn't need to shoot in order to have enough to eat.


    Photo of a wild turkey 'shot' by Barbara in Theodore Wirth Park, Minneapolis, MN.
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