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Hunter’s remorse
As a boy, my hunter’s remorse was as strong as my urge to kill but as I grew older, I enjoyed my share of bloodlust
Aidan Hartley
Polling shows the vice president hemorrhaging support from men
Amber Duke
Growing up, the hide was laid across the floor at home and I used to lie on it, urging dad to tell me the story again
It’s been a boon for conservation
Geoff Hill
Place
Conservation, it turns out, is addicting