Dowler's Crossing 1989
My Dad, a few years before he died, became sorta famous, or perhaps it's infamous. I had forgotten about the event until I recently came across this in a file of photos from my Mom with various memorabilia about my Dad. The write-up accompanying it is kinda funny - see below.
He really enjoyed deer hunting - never was my thing - and went every year to the Poconos in PA. He was, as I recall many years later, rather sheepish about this. Guess I would have felt pretty embarrassed as well, especially with all the fuss they made creating the graphic and the write-up.