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A classic cudda, shudda, wudda
By Will Maines

HAVE YOU EVER heard the classic line from losers — cudda, shudda, wudda?
As a hunter who has experienced plenty of those through over 50 years of hunting, it should come as no surprise that it happened to me again last week.
It began last Wednesday when a North Woods gobbler avoided becoming smoked turkey breast on my platter when an ill-timed interruption of another hunter saved the amorous bird at not only the 11th hour, but the 59th second as well.

Tuesday, May 01, 2012 5:26 PM
 

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