EDITORIAL
EDITORIAL

The Vet

A mountain boy, he grew up in a hillside community where all he had to look forward to was driving a coal truck. He spent his spare time hunting quail along a rocky creek bank with a single-barreled shotgun that would come apart every time it was fired. When he turned 17 he lied about his age and joined the Army, like …

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This past weekend Bat and I traveled the 250 mile trip to our family hunting camp in eastern West Virginia. The route we took is one I have been driving for my entire life. It winds through the hills and hollows of West Virginia on a two lane road. There is a faster and easier way to get there but none as …