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Kris, AM, let's be honest and call the drunken hunters "rednecks."
I got all of the navigation genes in my family. I can practically navigate by smell! My sister, on the other hand, has to have notes to find the front door. She writes down parking space row numbers, which floor she parked in at the parking deck, and most infamously, she typed up the directions to my office and made is credit card sized, then laminated it to keep in her wallet. This was so that she wouldn't get lost on her frequent trips to pick me up for lunch, although she does occasionally have to call me and describe the landmarks so that I can talk her in.
It's our family joke: She can't find her way to the front door, and I'm the klutz.
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