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We also have a neighbor who raises pheasants and has a game preserve. The men (Rick, Ken and Gary and other neighbors)went and helped move and catch about 500 pheasants. They first have to have the blinders removed and then they are put in the boxes for transporting.
We filled out days as full as we could - watching for deer, calling coyotes, hunting prairie dogs, moving cattle, playing games, and of course, eating. I learned that, Rick doesn't like corn dogs. Rick and Carla became special friends even though we were miles apart - Michigan and South Dakota.
The second time they came was in 2010 and Rick's cancer had arrived. Rick was not a quitter --- we still hunted and played and laughed and worked. This time - along with the hunting - the guys worked on Gary's workshop. Rick helped put in an entrance door.
Ricks sense of humor was wonderful. And we know that just might be one of the things his family misses most. We feel it a wonderful privilege to have gotten to know a wonderful man. Thank you for sharing your life with us.
Gary and Barb Peters
Great post! The story and the pictures are perfect! The trips to South Dakota were some of Dads favorites. Coyote, pheasant, prarie dog hunting, four wheelers, work projects, and goods friends. I can't think of anything he would like more.
ReplyDeleteI think prairie dog hunting was probably the hunting experiences I heard him talk about more than any other. Sounded like a lot of fun.
ReplyDeleteWhat great pictures. A very memorable trip. Thanks for the pictures!
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