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Sometimes there really can be too much of
a good thing. An 18th century hunter sat positioned in a carefully
chosen spot based on a well used travel path. He sat there for hours,
waiting, wearing his supplies in a wallet slung over his shoulder
since he would be out hunting for weeks. Finally, a couple of hens
came into view. Two started strutting his way as the hunter called
out to them. He watched as they bagan to head his way and then...he
heard another flock coming in from behind.
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