Originally Posted By: Stan
An old friend, and hunting buddy of my Grandad's, told me of an incident, after Grandaddy died. Grandaddy shot a '97 pump back then. The dogs pointed on his side of an old house spot. Grandaddy saw the covey on the ground and shot into them, killing seven with the shot. He then killed six more as they got up, with the remaining six shells.

Those were the meat hunting days, and Grandaddy said he would sometimes kill 50 in a day's hunting. Different times, different circumstances. Probably killed way over half the covey with that one rise. Kinda sad to think about today.

SRH


A friend spoke recently at another friend's funeral and in his eulogy said a person dies twice. First the physical death and then when no one alive remembers the departed. Bubba said as long as he lived, Pete wouldn't die a second time. These stories about loved ones shared after their deaths help keep them from dying a second time. After reading this, I thought about your granddad and remembered the account of how moved he was when you came home from college and told him you wanted to be a farmer like him. Thanks for sharing. Gil