My Father Hunted Appalachia For The Government Twelve Years. It Wasn't Deer.

My father hunted these mountains for the government for twelve years, and the county called it his heart when he died on the ridge behind our house. It wasn't his heart. It wasn't a job you can hire off the street. And the thing he carried a deer up to every dark of the moon was never what he was hunting.DarkHorrorNarrations Merch Store Is Now Live: https://darkhorrornarrations.com