Clint Swingle. I ended up with his guns. He was a good friend and rarely missed a grouse if he could see it.(sometimes, I swear, got them when he couldn't) I used to shoot for him at the Retriever trials. Bob was a good friend as well, and died way too soon. Problem with being in my 79th year, is that I have outlived nearly all of my close friends and mentors. Getting Old Sux, so I am going to hit the Century mark, that'll teach'em.
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