Oh, those quincy quarries. The stories they could tell.
Russ, your story of you and your dad warmed my heart. In the last year of his life after fighting ALS for 8 yrs (a medical record at the time), my dad asked me if he could tag along with me for pheasants. He had great difficulty walking and fell down several times. I had to pick him up cause he had no arm strength. Still he carried on. His brittany, gunner, located a cock and up went the bird right in front of us. I shot it and turned to him and said, we are done Dad, im tired. On the way home he said that was the best hunt of his life. Rest in peace Dad.
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