A hunter and his friend were sitting in a tall tower stand near highway 481
in Maverick Co., TX, early one cold December morning. Suddenly, a huge buck
walked out over the corn they had spread in the senderos w/a tailgate
feeder. Moving quickly, the hunter carefully aimed the Leupold scope on his
300 Winchester Mag at the unsuspecting buck.
As he was about to squeeze the trigger on this deer of a lifetime, his
friend alerted him to a funeral procession passing slowly by down highway
481. The hunter pulled away from the gunstock, set the rifle down, took off
his hat, bowed his head, and then closed his eyes in prayer.
His friend was stunned. ‘Wow, that is the most thoughtful and touching thing
I have ever seen you do. You are indeed the kindest man I have ever known,
and I feel lucky to call you a friend.’
The hunter shrugged. ‘Yeah, well, it’s the least I could do. We were married
for 35 years.’
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Dr Bob Griffin, www.grif.net
“Jesus knows me, this I love”