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Date of incident: 1960. Person wishes to remain anonymous, but this is his story:
When I was very young, my family went deer hunting every year. That was before Arizona was overrun with transplants (residents from other States), and hunting was just a matter of buying a license and a tag at the local Circle K or K-Mart. No lottery system like today where native Arizonans get drawn to hunt every eight or nine years apart. There were no restrictions to what area you could hunt once you bought a tag. You had the entire State to hunt!
My Family usually hunted the area around Springerville including Escudilla Mountains, Big Lake and Show Low which is now known as Area 1. The hunting event was a big to-do for the entire family and extended families. We would circle the eight or nine trailers and tents into a big family pow-wow and spent the whole week camping and hunting.
Usually, the men (the hunters) would leave camp very early before dawn to start the hunt, and most would return about lunch time. They would leave again after lunch and hunt until just before dark. Meantime the wives and children would spend the day around the camp cooking, cleaning, and washing the kids. The kids did their best to get dirty by playing hard within the circle of trailers and tents. The children were forbidden to leave the circle for safety reasons unless they were accompanied by an adult.
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