Good reading, Rich. Yeah, I have hunted the plains of the Yelow Dog River, way up there above Marquette, and I too, have bought beer at the Tall Pines.
Several years ago, I was hunting a cover out past where you and I ended up on our last hunt of the day last year. I had killed a couple of birds over Betty, when I started to hear alot of shouting. Three guys were looking for a lost orange belton setter. The owner was from Florida. I got their cell phone number just in case. 3 days later, I was back out in the same area when I faintly heard a bell, and then an orange setter came running toward me. It stopped and was shaking like a leaf, and wouldnt come in despite my offering it some dog bisquets. My heart sank as the dog ran back into the woods and out of hearing. Back at the truck, I drove until I could get cell service, called the number, and met the gentleman along the backroad. I tried to tell him how to get to the area, but I knew he wasnt sure where he was going, so i took him back down into the area, and to make a long story short, there was one happy man and dog.
Keep writing Rich. After you retire we will expect monthly installments.
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