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Post by muscrat on Aug 16, 2014 18:38:35 GMT -5
Friday after work I had planned on going over to my hunting area to make adjustments to my stand and to say hi and thank you to the land owner. When I pulled into her drive I noticed a car there that I didn't recognize,I got out of my truck and walked up to the house and a lady and her daughter came out and met me.I started to explain that I'm the guy that the land owner had allowed to hunt the property and that I hadn't seen the her over the summer so I was stopping by to say hi and to ask if it was still ok to hunt there. What came next caught me off guard and hit me like a ton of bricks, the lady which turned out to be the land owners gran-daughter informed me that the land owner had passed away earlier in the summer and that they were not sure what they were going to do with the property. I stood there stunned, trying to take all of this in. I didn't know the land owner very well,I saw her maybe three times a year but I haven't felt this hurt since my mother passed away a few years back. Sorry for the long post,I just wanted to get this off my chest. Like
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Post by Woody Williams on Aug 16, 2014 18:43:53 GMT -5
That is sad even if you did not know her well.
I hope it all works out for you..
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Post by muscrat on Aug 16, 2014 18:55:04 GMT -5
I think it hurts so much because she reminded me alot of my mother.
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Post by airborne on Aug 17, 2014 6:42:47 GMT -5
Sorry for all. Hope things work out well for all of you.
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Post by mkfrench on Aug 19, 2014 20:13:09 GMT -5
Have had the same situation happen to me TWICE! And both times was during "off" months when just stopping by to visit when I found out. Pulled up to the house once and noticed the same case of beer I'd left a couple months prior(after season) was still in the same spot on the porch. He lived alone and was nice as could be. Beer was the only thing he would take as a "thank you". He wouldn't take help around the farm or anything. Just beer. Folks like him are a thing of the past I'm afraid.
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