Back in the 1930’s before I had wormed my way onto the OUTDOOR LIFE payroll, I used to ease the cruel pinch of want by doing pieces for general magazines. I wrote on subjects that ran all the way from tales of young love to travel pieces on the joy of warming one’s ancient and arthritic bones in southern Arizona’s salubrious winter sun. One story I did for a noted men’s magazine was on sheep hunting. In it I said that hunting sheep was for young…
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