I duck hunt every year on my wife’s step-grandpas dads place down in Texas about a mile from where Johnny Horton died in a car wreck. That’s my biggest claim to fame. I just turned 40, but when I was in high school me and a buddy about wore out a cassette tape of Johnny Horton’s as we cruised Main Street.
Sounds like me, sink the Bismarck and North to Alaska were two more of my favorites on that tape
