The week before last I had to say goodbye to an old friend It isn’t a person so much as it is a place. It isn’t gone, it is still there and the memories will always be with me. It is the hunting spot I have told you so much about over the years on my aunt and uncle’s ranch near Floresville.
Let me start from the beginning and I mean my beginning. My dad took me hunting with him long before I could be trusted with a gun. For a lot of years it was just me and him. Then when I got old enough to hunt myself, it was me dad and uncle Jim. For a short while uncle Jim’s sons hunted with us but they lost interest while they were still in their teen years.
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