Monday, January 27, 2014

One...Last...Hunt

One day I'll write something about it, but right now, it just doesn't feel right.  Feels too much like an obituary.






Took the old man out for one last hoorah on the last weekend of season.  We've both lost a step or three, but can still get it done when it counts.

Gauge, you've been my main man for nearly thirteen years.  You've earned some couch time.

Love ya dude.

1 comment:

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