On a cold morning in November of 1990, three friends met at 4:30 a.m. at Al Sigman’s house.
The coal black Labrador retriever knew what was in store and was as excited as a kid about to ride his first roller coaster.
The green Jeep was all packed and the three friends headed south toward Franktown. It would be three and a half hours to Leoti, Kansas where the pheasants would be in for a surprise.
Bob drove to the top of a hill just east of Franktown and as they began the descent is was obvious something was wrong. He no longer had control of the car that was going sixty miles an hour. All he could say was, ‘hold on fellas.’ The jeep narrowly missed one oncoming car and gained speed as it traveled five hundred yards down the steep hill.
Before crashing, the vehicle just missed hitting the side of a bridge and it came to rest on its top with three frazzled…..but unhurt hunters inside. The jeep was totaled and Bob had some neck pain but the trio was extremely lucky and chose not to consider how this might have ended.
The pheasants in Leoti would live to see another day and the black Labrador was absolutely crushed. Bob called a tow truck and we were taken to Limon and then back to Denver.
Three men and a driver in one front seat for the ninety mile trip.
We chose not to lament our misfortune but to count our blessings after this aborted trip.
The pheasants would not be so fortunate two weeks later and the black Labrador would be in heaven chasing the wily birds through corn and wheat fields.
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