My Game warden buddy died this past Saturday. Had been a great friend for almost five decades. He was there when my son was born, when my mother died. We hunted all over Alabama when his warden positions changed to new addresses. He could find the best places to hunt everywhere he went. His wife called me her little brother. I'm in a serious funk. Really sucks to watch your friends grow old and pass. I know many of you are doing the same.
Gods speed Donald Eugene Houston.
Gods speed Donald Eugene Houston.
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