Thanks Lord, For My Dad
Thank You,Lord for my Dad
who took good care of me.
Dear friends, I was blessed to
have a Dad who loved me plenty.

He took me hunting and when I was
old enough I got a shotgun on Christmas day.
That's what I had been waiting for
"I'll teach you how to use it!" Is what Dad had to say.

After Dad was sure that I could use the 20 guage shotgun, I was quail hunting walking quiet as can be.
After about an hour I saw a covey, I flushed them,
aimed shot and dropped three.

I had heard the retort from Dad's gun a number of times - he had 7 quail and a rabbit in his game bag.
I had shot 4 quail and felt 10 ft tall
on the first hunting trip we had.
written 6/19/2010
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