I miss that old guy.

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I took Friday off work to stomp around in his favorite pheasant spot. We’ve been hunting it for 50 years. Dad loved that little spot, a nasty tangle of lowland between huge farming operations that draws the pheasants like a magnet after the crops are out. It hit 60 degrees, I knew on the ride down it was going to be slim pickings, I can’t get to the islands in the cattail slews if they aren’t frozen.

Dad was a Marine’s Marine, he loved his Corps, did his 30 years and enjoyed his troops. I never realized how few hunting partners I had until he was gone.

Happy Veterans Day, Sarge.

Best,
Ted