snert
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My dear friend Bud Morse, a WW2 vet, gun crank, eccentric and genuinely humble man is dying. I met him when he was "old" and I was 23. In the 32 years I lived near him there was NEVER a single time when I dropped bye (and he practiced that old fashioned form of friendship) that he didn't welcome me in to talk, eat or just fiddle with guns.
He had a 200 acre farm but he rented out the land. He let me hunt, shoot in his front yard range, teach my kids to shoot there, even bring friends by to use his porch rifle rest. His wife got Alzheimers and was in a nursing home for five years. He went to see her two times a day, feeding her and others who were unable to do it themselves. She passed about 15 years ago.
Bud educated me on Ross Sherman of Dryden NY. I own two of Ross's rifles now because of Bud. One he paid for half so I could own it. He helped my wife find and buy my first Contender for our first anniversary 35 years ago. Bud is eccentric in some ways but the list of friends he made would fill pages. His passion for firearms was to collect "old peoples guns" so someone could caretake of them when those old people went. He had SAA's, Adolf's, a Double Diamond 42 skeet gun and countless other unique guns. He owned Ross Sherman's #31, not supposed to even exist.
About seven years ago Bud started slowing down quite a bit. He stopped cutting his own firewood. He stopped shooting and reloading.
He became unable to care for himself at night and moved into a nursing facility about four years ago. I had moved 400 miles away. I saw him last in June, and had an inkling then it might be our last visit till heaven.
His daughter just texted me today to tell me he is dying.
I would appreciate your prayers that Bud would enjoy the presence and peace of his Savior Jesus in every moment in this process and that he would be delivered from this earth into eternity to live forever.
As for me, I am a wreck.
snert
He had a 200 acre farm but he rented out the land. He let me hunt, shoot in his front yard range, teach my kids to shoot there, even bring friends by to use his porch rifle rest. His wife got Alzheimers and was in a nursing home for five years. He went to see her two times a day, feeding her and others who were unable to do it themselves. She passed about 15 years ago.
Bud educated me on Ross Sherman of Dryden NY. I own two of Ross's rifles now because of Bud. One he paid for half so I could own it. He helped my wife find and buy my first Contender for our first anniversary 35 years ago. Bud is eccentric in some ways but the list of friends he made would fill pages. His passion for firearms was to collect "old peoples guns" so someone could caretake of them when those old people went. He had SAA's, Adolf's, a Double Diamond 42 skeet gun and countless other unique guns. He owned Ross Sherman's #31, not supposed to even exist.
About seven years ago Bud started slowing down quite a bit. He stopped cutting his own firewood. He stopped shooting and reloading.
He became unable to care for himself at night and moved into a nursing facility about four years ago. I had moved 400 miles away. I saw him last in June, and had an inkling then it might be our last visit till heaven.
His daughter just texted me today to tell me he is dying.
I would appreciate your prayers that Bud would enjoy the presence and peace of his Savior Jesus in every moment in this process and that he would be delivered from this earth into eternity to live forever.
As for me, I am a wreck.
snert
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