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07-11-2009, 01:45 PM | #3 | ||||||
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Dean:
How to respond without going on and on? We miss those who taught us and have gone on. The son in the photo is in second year of college (photo must be 15 yrs, or so old); other son has his own family and is five hours away. We all (including my daughter, the youngest) hunted and fished together until life's changes came along. All the times were special and still are, just not as many of them as before. Thanks, James. This is oldest son(when younger) VHE 28 ga. Just humor me guys, I'll get over this in a day or two. Last edited by James Brown; 07-11-2009 at 05:50 PM.. |
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07-11-2009, 06:25 PM | #4 | ||||||
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James. I know just how you feel. Those times get more special as the years go bye. At least we have our cherished memories. Maybee I am getting old or just lonely for the kids. But I have noticed that since they have gone off on their own, waxing nostalgic has become a normal thing around here.
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07-11-2009, 06:56 PM | #5 | ||||||
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James, Bet it didn't take the young man long to grow into that gun. Fine looking dog too. I like the 9-10 o'clock tail on point; don't see much of that any more. I see you stick with your true Christian name, James. One of my grandsons is so named (after my father) and his mother, a Virginian, will have him referred to in no other way; no Jim, Jimmy or Jas. Must be a southern thing.
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07-11-2009, 09:39 PM | #6 | ||||||
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James, I hope you never get over it. I know I never will.
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