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Originally Posted by todd allen
It's hard to come up with the right words here. I love to hear that hunting brought some comfort.
Thoughts and prayers.
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Thank you Todd. Another strength in times of mourning has been my dogs. I couldn't live without dogs. You tend to lose yourself in the moment while walking behind a well trained bird dog or watching your retriever make a long retrieve. I have three dogs, two who sleep with me and a big golden retriever who is too large for the bed. I spoil my dogs shamelessly.
I did a lot of pheasant hunting on the acres of sorghum I plant every year. The sorghum provides food through the winter and ensures many survivors for the spring mating season. My mornings spent with my little setter Jesse were wonderful.
Here is a picture of me with Jesse. I generally hunt alone, but this morning I took a close friend out with us.