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Bark chipped away under my feet as I scrambled up the tree.

Not six inches below the soles of my shoes, a pack of feral dogs snapped and growled. My .22 caliber rifle lay useless on the snow-covered ground beneath the tree.

“You shouldn’t be running your trap line alone this time of year,” my father had told me as I left the house that morning. “It can get dangerous up in those mountains.”

“I can take care of myself,” I’d answered and I meant it. I was 13. I knew the Tennessee mountains. I couldn’t imagine a danger I couldn’t handle.

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