preachnhunt
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Today is the opening day of dove season in Ky.and I'm 54 years old. As I approach middle age
I can't help but feel a little bit nostalgic and remember my friend Jimmy Lloyd.
He was retired and spent his days sitting on the porch with his dad who seemed ancient,when I met him. A lifelong bachelor,Jimmy Lloyd was never shy of opinion. We became fast friends in 1985 when I moved in next door. Many hours were spent with the three of us, Jimmy Lloyd, his dad and me "porch sitting". He smoked his pipe,and we solved the world's problems.
When he was a younger man he played football at the University of Ky. He held the record for the longest run from scrimmage for many years. He also enjoyed hunting small game with his Belgian Browning A5 12 ga. That gun sat unused for twenty years and I pestered him constantly about selling it to me. No chance.
I got married, started a family and moved away.It's hard to believe almost thirty years have passed. Jimmy Lloyd's father just missed living in three centuries when he died.
Jimmy Lloyd sat on the porch alone for a few years. We got back to see him from time to time and then some friends called with the sad news. My buddy was dying from cancer in the hospital. He had fought it for years but it finally caught up to him.They said he wanted to see me before he died.
His goodbye was simple and to the point. "Jim" he said," I've lived a good long life and I am ready to go, but before I die I'm gonna give you that shotgun you always wanted. Should have done it years ago. The only thing is when you use it I want you to remember me and our friendship."
The field is ready. I can see the doves coming and going.My son should be here by lunch and all the other hunters by 3:00. I' m looking forward, as always, to the joking and laughter, and the hunt itself. I'll be in my usual spot with my old dog June , and my Browning A5, and memories of my good friend Jimmy Lloyd.
I miss you buddy.
I can't help but feel a little bit nostalgic and remember my friend Jimmy Lloyd. He was retired and spent his days sitting on the porch with his dad who seemed ancient,when I met him. A lifelong bachelor,Jimmy Lloyd was never shy of opinion. We became fast friends in 1985 when I moved in next door. Many hours were spent with the three of us, Jimmy Lloyd, his dad and me "porch sitting". He smoked his pipe,and we solved the world's problems.
When he was a younger man he played football at the University of Ky. He held the record for the longest run from scrimmage for many years. He also enjoyed hunting small game with his Belgian Browning A5 12 ga. That gun sat unused for twenty years and I pestered him constantly about selling it to me. No chance.
I got married, started a family and moved away.It's hard to believe almost thirty years have passed. Jimmy Lloyd's father just missed living in three centuries when he died.
Jimmy Lloyd sat on the porch alone for a few years. We got back to see him from time to time and then some friends called with the sad news. My buddy was dying from cancer in the hospital. He had fought it for years but it finally caught up to him.They said he wanted to see me before he died.
His goodbye was simple and to the point. "Jim" he said," I've lived a good long life and I am ready to go, but before I die I'm gonna give you that shotgun you always wanted. Should have done it years ago. The only thing is when you use it I want you to remember me and our friendship."
The field is ready. I can see the doves coming and going.My son should be here by lunch and all the other hunters by 3:00. I' m looking forward, as always, to the joking and laughter, and the hunt itself. I'll be in my usual spot with my old dog June , and my Browning A5, and memories of my good friend Jimmy Lloyd.
I miss you buddy.
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