A hunter and his friend were quail hunting near Highway 51 in Millington early one cold opening morning.
Suddenly, the dogs pointed a large covey of quail still in their roost.
Moving quickly toward the dogs, the hunter removed the safety from his shotgun.
As he was about to bust the covey, his friend alerted him to a funeral procession passing slowly down Hwy 51.
The hunter quickly turned on his safety, set the shotgun down, took off his hat, bowed his head and then closed his eyes in prayer.
His friend was stunned. “Wow, that is the most thoughtful and touching thing I have ever seen you do. You are indeed the kindest man I have ever known, and I feel lucky to call you a friend.”
The hunter shrugged. “Yeah,…….. well……., we were married for 35 years.”
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