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One of my friends told me about your ad. I know a couple of other kids in our town have been to other courses like the one you have. But, we have always been Baptists and I reckon it ain’t safe to have some other denominator messing around with the young ones. So, I’d like to have some more information about your camp.
My son’s name is Delbert. Now, I thought I was doing everything right and little Dell was on the right path and he was patriotic and full of respect for our country and fearful of the Lord, Jesus Christ, Amen.
Well, little Dell turned 10 over the summer and I was so proud to give him a nice pump 12 gauge shotgun with interchangeable barrels so he could use it for deer and turkey. He wasn’t too excited to get it and I guess that was the first sign. I was just being blind to everything. I guess I just wanted to believe there was nothing going on.
A month ago, deer season opened and I put Dell in a prime spot. There was a nice trail that ran between his tree stand and a big steep hill. Since it was his first hunt I wanted to make sure if he got too excited, any misses would just hit the hill. I helped him get in his stand I went just a bit farther away. I hid and he didn’t know I was there. I was so looking forward to seeing my boy become a man.
Anyway, after a couple hours and the sun was good and up a big boss 14 pointer come a waltzing right past me and straight for Dell. But, I can’t bring myself to admit this, he didn’t shoot it! He didn’t even aim at it! He was staring right at it. He even coughed so it would run away!
Well, I just slunk back to the pick up and waited. Round about lunch time Dell comes back and says he ain’t seen a thing. That was more than I could stand. I jerked him over my knee and pulled down his britches and tanned his rear but good! Yes sir, right there in front of God and all his glory. You could hear the smacks travelling through the cold air.
After I got him home I drug him in front of his older brother and ma. They couldn’t beleive it and started laughing at the little sissy. His brother said maybe Dell had been talking to them animal rights people that had been down at the school awhile back. We sure chased their butts across the county line, let me tell you. I tore dells footlocker apart and found some little magazine about fur and bunnies and such. It was from this group called PETA, but I think they meant PETS and just accidently hit the a instead of the s button. They don’t seem none to bright.
So it turns out Delbert don’t want to kill no animals or go hunting or eat meet. He still eats meat because we don’t give him nothing else to eat! It’s that or starve. But, this sissy stuff could be serious and I don’t want him growing up and wearing girls clothes or nothing.
I want to sign him up for your course and get him right with God and his country.
Thank you,
Dwayne Dekalb
My son’s name is Delbert. Now, I thought I was doing everything right and little Dell was on the right path and he was patriotic and full of respect for our country and fearful of the Lord, Jesus Christ, Amen.
Well, little Dell turned 10 over the summer and I was so proud to give him a nice pump 12 gauge shotgun with interchangeable barrels so he could use it for deer and turkey. He wasn’t too excited to get it and I guess that was the first sign. I was just being blind to everything. I guess I just wanted to believe there was nothing going on.
A month ago, deer season opened and I put Dell in a prime spot. There was a nice trail that ran between his tree stand and a big steep hill. Since it was his first hunt I wanted to make sure if he got too excited, any misses would just hit the hill. I helped him get in his stand I went just a bit farther away. I hid and he didn’t know I was there. I was so looking forward to seeing my boy become a man.
Anyway, after a couple hours and the sun was good and up a big boss 14 pointer come a waltzing right past me and straight for Dell. But, I can’t bring myself to admit this, he didn’t shoot it! He didn’t even aim at it! He was staring right at it. He even coughed so it would run away!
Well, I just slunk back to the pick up and waited. Round about lunch time Dell comes back and says he ain’t seen a thing. That was more than I could stand. I jerked him over my knee and pulled down his britches and tanned his rear but good! Yes sir, right there in front of God and all his glory. You could hear the smacks travelling through the cold air.
After I got him home I drug him in front of his older brother and ma. They couldn’t beleive it and started laughing at the little sissy. His brother said maybe Dell had been talking to them animal rights people that had been down at the school awhile back. We sure chased their butts across the county line, let me tell you. I tore dells footlocker apart and found some little magazine about fur and bunnies and such. It was from this group called PETA, but I think they meant PETS and just accidently hit the a instead of the s button. They don’t seem none to bright.
So it turns out Delbert don’t want to kill no animals or go hunting or eat meet. He still eats meat because we don’t give him nothing else to eat! It’s that or starve. But, this sissy stuff could be serious and I don’t want him growing up and wearing girls clothes or nothing.
I want to sign him up for your course and get him right with God and his country.
Thank you,
Dwayne Dekalb
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