A sad day for the hunting brotherhood

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A good friend passed yesterday due to a losing battle with cancer.

I met Larry a few years ago and we became good friends because of our mutual love of hunting. After that day we spent many hours in the field
hunting and talking about life the way those who hunt together often do.

Larry was a master tracker and taught me how to slow down when I hunt. After meeting him I gained a whole new perspective and learned an enormous amount. He was a true woodsman and hunter.

I had quite a few laughs at the range when I would try my new rifle at the 500 yrd rams. Larry would always pull out his old 303 with a peep sight and school me on how to really shoot.

Last season he was battling cancer for the second time but was well enough to hunt. It was a grand season. He put four deer in the freezer including a nice buck. I had the honour of being with him when he took his last deer and fired what was to be his last shot. I'm currently mounting the horns on a plaque for his family and I'm finding it pretty hard.

Gentlemen if you would take a second and say a short prayer for Larry and his family it would be much appreciated. The woods just won't be the same this fall.
 
I quickly found this poem I hope it's appropriate:


a poem by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle



A HUNTING MORNING
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Put the saddle on the mare,*
For the wet winds blow;*
There's winter in the air,*
And autumn all below.*
For the red leaves are flying*
And the red bracken dying,*
And the red fox lying*
Where the oziers grow.*

Put the bridle on the mare,*
For my blood runs chill;*
And my heart, it is there,*
On the heather-tufted hill,*
With the gray skies o'er us,*
And the long-drawn chorus*
Of a running pack before us*
From the find to the kill.*

Then lead round the mare,*
For it's time that we began,*
And away with thought and care,*
Save to live and be a man,*
While the keen air is blowing,*
And the huntsman holloing,*
And the black mare going*
As the black mare can.*

*
 
Thanks for all the kind words.When we lose a hunting friend I guess we all feel it a bit. It seems that there are fewer and fewer every year.

I'm trying to think of a short phrase or saying to have engraved on the plaque with the horms from his last buck.

Any ideas would be appreciated.
 
Your post brings a flood of memories. I lost one of my closest hunting friends a few years back. This summer I'll be attending his daughters wedding, kind of bittersweet. My condolences to you and his family.
 
Condolences to you & Larry's family. To lose a close friend and mentor is not easy.
I lost mine a number of years ago, and still fondly remember all the hours we spent in the woods together.
I sure learned a lot from that gentleman. He hunted for and shot his last deer when he was 88. Regards, Eagleye.
 
Well powdergun, I'm glad you met Larry. For without you, we as Nutzz wouldn't know anything about him.
You are the true friend.
Thanks for sharing.
Regards.
Looky.
 
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