Just don't seem to have many hunting photos of Dad. He was always taking them of my Brother and I. But here is one of Dad from surf fishing camp on Padre Island National Seashore in about 1974. I was obsessed with shark fishing, and Dad would set me up several hundred yards down current from his camp because he didn't like the bloody shark baits near his long rods!! that old Jeep wagon made many a hunting and fishing trip in my youth! Wish I still had it.
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" I love the look Hobbs, my Vizsla, gives me after my second miss in a row."
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