This was my Grandpa Harrell with hunting dogs in front of the barn where my dad lived as a teenager. I would guess it was taken in mid to late 1960s.
My dad was the youngest of the seven siblings. Seeing this picture makes me think of him for sure. Like they say, the apple does not fall far from the tree. It also reminds me of my Uncle Cliff who was the oldest of the siblings, twenty years older than my dad.
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