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AR-15s Kill Kids, Not Deer

I grew up in southern West Virginia, where the hunting culture is deeply embedded in our psyche. In my own family, my uncles never missed a deer season. In fact, all my guy friends skipped school on the first day of it to be with their fathers. My stepfather, a former sniper in the Army, shot more than his fair share of deer. Then in his old age, he picked off squirrels to feed a pair of nesting hawks in our backyard.