David Morgan
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I can still remember John and my oldest son who was about 5 at the time eating slices of turnips in his white panel van while he was staying with me in Texas. This might have been the same trip that he was planning to stay with another hunter for a week as well. After he had been at the other guys place for a few days he called to see if he could come on over. I said sure, what's up, he said he was in a little too deep for his pleasure. It's seems the dogs had the run of the house, peeing and pooping as well with not much clean up. He wasn't as tough as he thought. The first time I met him was at Autumn Oaks in 1978. I rode with him to spectate his Grandnite cast with old Nell. After the cast, he ask me what I thought. I told him he was hunting a heck of coondog but he was the worst handler that I had ever seen. We have been friends since that night.
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