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Excellent story! Is this story on the 14 tubes?
They are rolled up inside the tubes,as the stories became to long for the back labels,Bill Howard being flexible about it. Thanks to all the great people at GEC.
Thanks Charlie, Mamaw always said self brag was half scandal,so I'm glad you decided to start this conversation. 'Cause I am somewhat anxious or apprehensive, or a little of both.
Anyways ,I might have stated before,but for those that have not seen or heard:
Nifebrite Acrylic - Introduction
Rust Red Jig Bone - Snake (1)
Antique Yellow Jig Bone - The Irish Setter (2)
Gabon Ebony - Duke (3)
OD Green Linen Micarta - Butcher Shop Manners (4)
My SFO Lick Creek etched - Patience and Fish'n (5)
Nice story,this is exactly what I thought about while writing them . Thanks.Reminds me of an Amishman's dog I met once. Buck lived with Mr. Miller. (hope I'm not being too specific here ha!) Anyhow, Buck was an old friendly lab mix and his favorite pastime was to lay in the middle of the dirt road, and see what came along. Well, those that knew Buck would just pass him by but occasionally someone would go for country drive. If you didn't know him I suppose he'd look like he was in need, he was old and dirty. (Mr. Miller would never waste his time washing a dog..) He'd be hungry too, not that he was underfed but his eyes could convey that he was in fact starving and he'd eat anything you put in front of him. Well once his mark had slowed down their car, ole' Buck would come shuffling up with his tail wagging. If they opened the car door to see if had tags then it was all over. He'd smile and beg, so soon enough he'd be in the car.
He'd go all kinds of places, some Mr. Miller knew about, and many he reckoned that he didn't. He rode around in a little red Miata for few days with a college girl, he went with families to rib cook offs, he frequently made day trips down the street to visit on homes where he'd be pampered and yet he always managed to find his way back. Mr. Miller lived a simple life but his dog was a rambler.