My turn to lose one...
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sorry to hear about your loss,,,all we can do when we loose a cherrished hunting buddy is think of the good times and the memories we had,,,,i have lost a few and wish i would of had pics of them to look back at,,,,,
OUR SPORT IS MADE UP OF NEW HUNTERS,,,SO PLEASE TAKE A CHILD HUNTING!
J-N-M'S HIGHBRIER BLU RUKUS
J-N-M'S HIGHBRIER BLU RUKUS
ROTFLMAO!!! We worked up a sweat over that one, eh? Remember Ralph's face when he came home and found you and I all in a sweat in the kitchen, and laughing our butts off? That took some 'splainin', LOL. Pretty much same scenario when Sandy Bryant came to breed his bitch to Redd, except I let Ralph and Sandy deal with it. I said "Nuh-uh, not me. Not this time." LMAO! They gave up and came in the house, too. (and Sandy was envious...rotf). I'm glad Sandy doesn't get on the message boards - he'd kill me...beaglehandler wrote: The first thought that came to my mind was Red and you and Fancie and I. I don't think I have ever laughed as hard as I did that day.
Thanks ringtail. I have lots of pics (our dogs and others) and I never throw anything away.

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But also think of what a gift he has been in your life.

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Sorry to hear about you and Jon's loss. What a time of the year to be loosing such close friends and hunting buddies. We all know that with age comes the inevitable but it's still hard to let go of our ole friends. Just remember that there are memories etched into your mind that will last forever in your heart.
I've told this story before but never could get the picture to load but I'm gonna try it again as this seems like a fitting time to do so. I lost a good hound about 3 years ago. he wasn't very old, only 6 but he had pancreatitis and I believe some liver problems as well. He would have his good days and bad days as well and always came to the kennel gate to go when I loaded up the other dogs. I decided that I would take him on one of his good days but he didn't last long, he ran a rabbit until he collapsed so I went and got him. We sat there and I was thinking he'd die right there but he didn't. After about 10 minutes he raised his head and stood up so I packed him back to the truck and put him in the box. What heart he had. I went out one evening to feed and he didn't come from the house and I knew it must have been his time. Sure enough he lay in there curled up in a ball like he was asleep. I took him to the sunny side of a little hill out in my woods and buried him amoung the Oak trees. The next spring while out mushroom hunting my wife and I noticed a very small, petite pine or fern growing right where I had buried the Duke of Earl. I tell you it brings tears to my eyes every time I go by that site.
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I've told this story before but never could get the picture to load but I'm gonna try it again as this seems like a fitting time to do so. I lost a good hound about 3 years ago. he wasn't very old, only 6 but he had pancreatitis and I believe some liver problems as well. He would have his good days and bad days as well and always came to the kennel gate to go when I loaded up the other dogs. I decided that I would take him on one of his good days but he didn't last long, he ran a rabbit until he collapsed so I went and got him. We sat there and I was thinking he'd die right there but he didn't. After about 10 minutes he raised his head and stood up so I packed him back to the truck and put him in the box. What heart he had. I went out one evening to feed and he didn't come from the house and I knew it must have been his time. Sure enough he lay in there curled up in a ball like he was asleep. I took him to the sunny side of a little hill out in my woods and buried him amoung the Oak trees. The next spring while out mushroom hunting my wife and I noticed a very small, petite pine or fern growing right where I had buried the Duke of Earl. I tell you it brings tears to my eyes every time I go by that site.
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