I disagree EeeBees, I've heard these stories before. A guy I grew up idolizing as a kid stopped shooting when his top dog, a curly, died. I spent many a morning as a youngster on Whirinaki when it wasn't a weedy shithole watching that curly. It's a familiar story. Either a guy picks himself up, or he doesn't. Either a guy dreams of the past, or he dreams of the future
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