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While I get my fire started I'm visited by my friends the Pankoniens (Pak, Louis, and their friend Alan) who came out for the first day of the hunting season. We reminisce a bit about their dad Eddie who lived out his last years out here at the river and recently passed away. I envy Eddie somewhat, being able to stay out here away from it all day after day. I might have to do the same myself one day.
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