R. I. P. My father was a native of the woods..He hunted for food only to feed the family..He was so light on his feet for his size the animals didn't even hear him..He was such a sharp shooter that he could shoot the beak of a quail and the sh.. of it's tail..A great fisherman..I enjoyed very much wen we wnt trolling across the lake and brought home a feast..He took us out to blueberry patches the berries were as big as your thumb..My father built us 2 homes - unlike his father they are not homesteads and my grandfather sold his homestead for $25.00..that was alot of money in those days..I could go on talking about the life of my father forever as he was my hero..he taught me how to survive when I reached adulthood...I love you Dad..

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