It is a haunting song and one I can relate to on many levels. I bought my first sxs at 17 with my paper route money. I left for Alaska with the Army at 22, a new 2LT, said goodbye to our German shorthair, also Ranger, who was an old dog at the time, and never saw him again. Now, I’m at home with my beautiful wife and our lovely new baby girl, and an insane 2-year old shorthair. He begins obedience lessons later this week, at my sweet wife’s insistence. My son, like his dad, will be heading to Alaska soon, a new 2LT. Our duck hunt was the last for a while. But I will fly to Alaska to hunt with him before too long. The song reminded me of our quail hunt with my father in October. Three generations. What a privilege. God bless and Happy New Year!
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