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03-16-2005, 04:39 PM
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Nothing gets me going more than the scream of a bull elk in dark timber, less than 30 yards away and you can't see him, or the cackle of a rooster pheasant as he flushes under your feet, or the heartpounding flush of a covey of quail when you least expect them. I haven't experienced that one in a while, but I still remember that from when I was a kid just starting to hunt. How about waking up at two in the morning, with your hunting partner hollering about someone trying to suffocate him, only to find out that it had snowed the night before and the tent had collapsed on him. That will leave a lasting memory. As Bob Hope use to say, Thanks for the memories.
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Bird Dogs and Hunting If you're betting against God, you better be right. "When a dog dies they take a piece of your heart but leaves you a piece of his, and humans always make out in that deal. " Mark Twain. Larry Miller 
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