1976 at Wendells Lodge in Aliceville, AL. A man my father worked with at Ford Motor Company invited me down to hunt with him. I had just turned 16 and was excited. We hunted in a drizzle for two days and on the second evening the dogs ran a spike right to me. I emptied my 20 ga Browning automatic and then loaded two more buckshot in it and shot them also. He was a world record in my eyes, but probably didn't weigh a hundred pounds. Thanks Thomas Overton for one of the best memories of my life.

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