It helps sharing this. He will be missed.
Passing of a life long friend.
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Sorry to hear of your loss. Sounds like you have many, many good memories with him. Reflect on how fortunate you both were to have each other.
cbat
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Sorry for your loss. I lost both my best hunting buddies in the last 5 years. I think about them often. Both gave me rifles years past so I got the bottom metal engraved with their names and passing dates.
I'd given him a CZ 550 in 270 Win two decades ago. His favorite rifle. He even said it was to be in his will. He started going downhill from dementia three years ago. He stopped taking care of his guns and farm equipment. I asked his son if I could get the CZ back, which he agreed to. I refinished it, put a very good scope on it and gave it to his great niece who had asked for Uncle Genes 270. She and her dad came by a couple of months ago when I had finished it. She didn't know I was giving it to her. A bunch of tears shed and stories told, and now its part of her family. Worth every penny I spent on it.
Sorry to hear of your loss. Sounds like a once in a lifetime kind of friend. Have you got any good stories to share?
RockyMtnMT
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I lost my best friend and then a year later I lost my oldest son. They hurt almost equally. The loss of my son has not eased as much. There is few best friends. I understand your loss. I miss mine terribly.
Something we all share, the pain of loss of friends and family. We may bicker on these forums, but we come together in this. Gods blessings on us all.
Bill
Bill
Kowa9
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Sorry for your loss. He will be missed.
Thanks to all of you.
I was hunting one of leases in Chambers County Al. About twenty years ago. The road into it was a long straight flat one. Swampy areas on one side low hills one the other. I hadn't killed anything that day and was walking out at last light, The further I walked the worst the feeling of being watched got. Then I was sure something was following me. I'd stop and look back towards the setting twilight. Nothing, but the feeling got worse. At one point I stopped with my flashlight, nothing. When I was about a hundred yards away from my Tahoe my heart was in my throat and I had loosened the straps on the tree stand prepared to drop it and run. I pulled my glock 9mm out and tossed the stand into the tahoe and jumped into the seat as fast as I could. Soon as my butt hit the seat something started jumping up and down on the back of the Tahoe. I jumped out with my pistol in hand when a flashlight beam hit me and a gene yelled for me to put down the pistol. He'd scared years off my life. Sneaky SOB had "came in to help me with a dead deer" He said that when I'd stop to look around he'd lay flat on the weeds on the edge of the road. He was a sneaky one.
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Bret GRAVELINE Graveline
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So very sorry, the hardest part about growing old is time takes everyone you care about, our hunting camp was once nearly a dozen strong many younger than my 66 years, today it's just my little brother and I, deer and elk camp are never the same,
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Wonderful gesture sir
