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Thursday, February 24, 2011

one year

My mentor and greatest hunting companion has been gone one year today. I went high on his favorite hill and fired a reload with his ashes to let Tucker know I miss him. As the ashes fell to the ground with the falling snow I felt at ease to know Tucker is hunting on a mountain where chukars are everywhere.

5 comments:

jc said...

wish I would have had the chance to meet that guy.

larry szurgot said...

I wish you and your dad could have met him too. He made everything seem so simple.

Unknown said...

I can really relate to the relationship you have with your hunting dogs. If you don't have a dog it is hard to explain to others. Dogs are here for a reason. You have my great respect.
Alaska Al

larry szurgot said...

Thanks Al. There are a bunch of us out there, and most people that I have met that are great dog people are simply great people.

Fadgen's Adventures said...

Larry, sounds like it was a nice tribute to a great dog.