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performed an exorcism before my arrival. We didn’t play any three handed euchre, because if I don’t have a partner to support me I lose even worse. Not to mention there wasn’t a can of White Rabbit beer anywhere around that part of Iowa that if opened had some sort of magic inside that would help me win. I didn’t hunt season four, one turkey a year is plenty for me, plus it seems every time I kill a turkey the next turkey takes even longer, so why make next years hunt longer by killing two birds this year? The highlight of turkey camp part two was actually going trout fishing. I caught one sucker but My Personal Guide and his Apprentice each caught their limits of trout and at least one small mouth. So that begs the question, should it be called turkey camp two or trout camp? Either way you can rest assured that I’ll be bringing some White Rabbit beer back with me from Canada this year and hopefully it doesn’t lead me down another rabbit hole.

continued from page 9 You could draw parallels to the One Thousand and One Nights also known as The Arabian Nights tale “Aladdin” or the I Dream of Jeannie television series that ran from 1965-1970. Their premise was a being, or “genie” if you will, with the power to grant wishes was freed from confinement giving the person that freed them wishes. Again, my premise is there was some sort of magic in those cans that didn’t need to be consumed or wishes granted to alter what was occurring at the time. The power unleashed from those White Rabbit cans, worldly, unworldly or other wise had the cosmic ability to see what needed to be done, do what needed to be done and that enabled the Assistant and I to finally win a game of euchre and in convincing fashion. We all kind of slept with one eye open and one ear listening in case the white rabbit returned to the cabin that night. My Personal Guide, My Personal Guide’s Apprentice and I attended turkey camp part two. I believe they

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