1963
Heinz packed it in, all right. All the way in!
Last Friday, the day before the season opened, Heinz and Grant were loading us up in the new pickup when Heinz grabbed his chest and fell over dead as a first year goose who had suckered into his first decoy spread.
Sweet Jesus! I"m twenty years old and I"ve never felt so horrible. I"d have cried my eyes out if I could.
Heinz and Grant were really looking forward to this season. Last year was kind of a dud. Grant had been off his feed most of the year and finally figured out that he had diabetes and was now back in good shape. Bird numbers are up, the season had been lengthened, and now this has to happen.
I wonder what will become of me? I hate sitting on the shelf nine months out of every year, but the three months of hunting more
