I don't know which one of us (either my brother or me) shot the gun, but no matter, the important thing was that the tree-eater would eat no more trees. I remember we pulled the dead beaver up the coulee with our trike. Quite a lot of excitement. For those who are interested (or care to know), I would have just turned 14 when this photo was taken.
My mom was by the house today and wanted me to scan some old photos for a friend of hers. The above image of me and my brother was another old photo she found and thought I'd like it for sentimental reasons.
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