My brothers and I visited Gramps weekly in ‘04, and Grandpa always told us where the elk had been hiding just days ago…Paul and Gramps always had a special relationship, when we helped Gramps out of his home to look at Paul’s elk…he said with a proud smile: “I knew that son-of-a-bitch would get one.” A few weeks later Gramps passed away. The day before his funeral we rode to his farm and the elk were in the exact spot he said they would be. I know Grandpa was riding with us that day. Happy Birthday Gramps, we miss you!
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Great post Mike. Makes you smile and tear up a little. Thanks for sharing!
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