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My brother and friends and I used to spend our summers dangling our feet off of the concrete piers on this trestle when we were teenagers - rifles in hand - waiting for targets to come floating down the river.
On the banks of this river was where I first learned to use a firearm. My Mother was as good with a firearm as my Dad, so we learned to use and respect guns at an early age.
Oh, for those care free dog days of summer long ago along the banks of the Verdigris River.
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