lethrnk
03-23-2006, 09:30
BIRD DOG NAMED GUNNY...................................................
After 35 years of honorable, faithful service to God, Corps and Country, the aging Marine Mustanger decided to pursue his life-long dream of buying a bird-hunting estate in Alaska and enjoy his retirement.
The months passed quickly and soon he found himself living his dream in the serene peaceful Alaskan countryside. Missing the camaraderie of the Corps, which had been his life for so many years, he decided to share his good fortune with some of his buddies. He decided he would begin by inviting an old General buddy to visit for a week of pheasant hunting.
The General accepted the offer and upon arrival congratulated the Mustanger on his good fortune. After a few hours of hunting, the General was in awe of the Mustanger's bird dog named "Gunny".
"Gunny" could point, flush, and retrieve with the very best, and the General was so impressed he offered to buy this prized possession at any price. The old Mustanger declined, saying that Gunny was the very best bird dog he had ever owned and that he simply couldn't part with him.
The week passed quickly and soon the two were bidding farewell upon which the old Mustanger extended an open invitation to the General to return at his first opportunity. About six months later the General finds a break in his hectic schedule of doing "General Stuff" and off he goes to see his old friend the Mustanger for a relaxing week of bird hunting.
On their first day out, the General was surprised to find the old Mustanger breaking in a new bird dog. "What happened to Gunny?" he asked. "Had to shoot him," the Mustanger replied. "An old CO friend of mine came by about a month ago and of course we went bird-hunting. During his visit, for the life of him he couldn't remember the dog's name and kept calling him ‘Top’..." "Well after that, all the damn dog would do was sit on his ass and bark."
After 35 years of honorable, faithful service to God, Corps and Country, the aging Marine Mustanger decided to pursue his life-long dream of buying a bird-hunting estate in Alaska and enjoy his retirement.
The months passed quickly and soon he found himself living his dream in the serene peaceful Alaskan countryside. Missing the camaraderie of the Corps, which had been his life for so many years, he decided to share his good fortune with some of his buddies. He decided he would begin by inviting an old General buddy to visit for a week of pheasant hunting.
The General accepted the offer and upon arrival congratulated the Mustanger on his good fortune. After a few hours of hunting, the General was in awe of the Mustanger's bird dog named "Gunny".
"Gunny" could point, flush, and retrieve with the very best, and the General was so impressed he offered to buy this prized possession at any price. The old Mustanger declined, saying that Gunny was the very best bird dog he had ever owned and that he simply couldn't part with him.
The week passed quickly and soon the two were bidding farewell upon which the old Mustanger extended an open invitation to the General to return at his first opportunity. About six months later the General finds a break in his hectic schedule of doing "General Stuff" and off he goes to see his old friend the Mustanger for a relaxing week of bird hunting.
On their first day out, the General was surprised to find the old Mustanger breaking in a new bird dog. "What happened to Gunny?" he asked. "Had to shoot him," the Mustanger replied. "An old CO friend of mine came by about a month ago and of course we went bird-hunting. During his visit, for the life of him he couldn't remember the dog's name and kept calling him ‘Top’..." "Well after that, all the damn dog would do was sit on his ass and bark."
