the older I get the more I love old hunting stuff. Back when I was in high school in the early 60's I was on a deer hunt and riding with an older gentleman in his old International pickup to find some of the lost hounds. My foot kicked something out from under the seat and I reached down picked up an old dog collar with a tarnished brass tag stating " return to Dr. D E Rainey West Point. my grandfather who died in 1949. After assuring me that he would not dare take on granddaddy's fox hounds and he had no idea how it got there. I went home the collar as happy as if I had killed a buck. the collar now atop my grandfather bookcase in my office.
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