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I can see you and dad now! That house and pleasant point always fascinated me. It was a treasure to grow up and explore all these places.

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I loved this story so much! I grew up on St. Simon’s Island in the 40’s and 50’s. My older brother was the hunter in the family and I got to eat many a marsh hen. I love them and really miss them. We now live on Harris Neck in McIntosh CO. GA, as SSI is just too different, not the place where I grew up. On the fall high tides I look out from our dock at the tiny tips of spartina and wish that

my brother were here to go hunting. He came back to live on SSI but is not able to go hunting them now. He did take us hunting a few times years ago. I was pretty rusty at shooting then but did get a couple of hens. I don't know anyone who hunts them here but would love to have some. Offer me a plate of doves, or quail, or a plate of clapper rails and it would be Marsh hens every time.

I enjoy reading your stories, thank you!

Sissy Lingle

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