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During the fall, winter and spring, Gareth Wishart works at an environmental NGO in Washington, DC. During the summer, he a hunting guide on Alaska Seward Peninsula. This is the story of one of his kills. 鈥?Ed. Taking it between my bare hands, the hot blood stinging wind-chilled fingers, I pull the bull heart from its silent, massif of a body. Bigger than my head and with a heavy weight, the heart wrenches attention from the rest of the world as the tundra refocuses. Cutting a slit through the heart wall to open it l
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