Life can be cruel. My good friend Bill, suffered a small stroke up here Sat night. He ended up in Green Bay for 3 days, was released and being driven back home by his son. He was in good spirits this morning, but dissapointed.Bill shoots the AHE 20 and a BHE repro.
Another friend in the cabin with Bill, fell yesterday, and broke his collar bone, leaving now also. My hunting pard Terry leaving tomorrow with his lab for Nebraska pheasants(youth hunt. I'll be here by myself for another 10+ days. Old friend Mike will be in the cabin next door. We will have to keep an eye on each other. It was 2 years ago that my mitral valve ruptured up here while grouse hunting. Requiring open heart surgery. IS hell getting old, but enjoying every minute of it.
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"How kind it is that most of us will never know when we have fired our last shot"--Nash Buckingham
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