Remembering Uncle Bob

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I remember hunting geese on a small island with my Dad and uncle Bob one morning and there was a flock of geese flying just above the fog on the creek and as I was sitting to the right side of Bob, well he stood up and with this type gun he started firing away at them like it was WW2 and needless to say the shotgun shells were flying right at me, all I could do is duck for cover. What a great day hunting.
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