The entire album can be heard on You Tube. Chilling song. I have left the good life a few times, for short times, and its good to be back. I went two years during Viet Nam and a medium bad marriage for more than two years and never missed a bird season with my own dogs. In 1967, I left on a bus for Fort Bragg on November 1, the week after the PA pheasant opener which is always on a Saturday. I was only 125 miles from home in the fall of 1968, so hunted that year also. My ETS was November 1, 1969, so I got home in time for the whole season. Sam's Army thought they could interrupt my bird hunting, but they miscalculated. My medium bad wife was on my side and I came home to an English Setter pup, Jake, that she picked out and paid for. My Dad has taken over my English Pointer, Ranger, while I was away.
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