RJ Dupre column: Memories of a hunting trip
One afternoon, as I was driving back from a client's house in the country, I "ran" into a hunting party. One of the hunters was in his pickup right smack in the middle of the dirt road. Another signaled the sight of a deer, took two shots and the animal died. As I was witnessing this event, it reminded me of my first time when a friend and his father took me deer hunting. We went to Williston, N.D. I was the only woman there.