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March 03, 2008

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I'm a native of Ponca myself and recently came upon your blog...did your father drive a school bus? I recall the name and the face in the picture of you and him.

Quail hunting always a great time. Well actually any hunting is usually a great time.


JB

Hi Hugh!
I too fondly remember Dad training the dogs to hunt. He'd take a quail wing, and put it on the end of fishing line with a fishing pole. It would be fascinating how the dogs seems to know what to do (at least in an eight year olds point of view). Dad and I would go dove hunting, but I best remember eating the quail, when mom would fry them up along with homemade french fries! Yum.

Jack, and Judy were the dogs I remembered most at the 437 address.

At the new address Dad had English Setters and trained and hunted with them for a while. Mom and Dad even raised a set of pups!

Good eating and memories!
your sister, Gail

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