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I'm just over 60 years old and am becoming somewhat of a softie myself. I was in moose hunting camp this fall and I turned to my buddy and said "I really consider you a good friend and I'm glad to have known you for over 30 years". As this came out of the blue he stopped fleshing the moose skull and looked and me with a surprised look and said "I consider you a good friend too". This is pretty mushy stuff for a couple of old farts like us. Our first moose hunt together was on the Yukon River in 1974 and a lot of water has gone down that river since then.
I have lost several friends in the past few years and I was so busy with my life that we didn't get together too often. I wish that I had done more with them while I could have as I realize now how much a good friend means.
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