Quigley Shooting Association

Ken Hall memorial library

26th September 1946 - 5th October 2018

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Thanks to the overwhelming generosity of Kens wife Mo, we have the privilege of a large selection of books being available to us that would take years to accumulate.

 

The intention is that current members of the QSA can loan two books for up to a month at a time, to improve their own knowledge and understanding.

 

I will keep a list of who has what and what condition the books were in when borrowed, as some have been well used.

 

A full list of books is available to members by email. 

 

Please contact me on quigleyatdiggle@gmail.com

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It's not the end of the trail for me,

I'm just headin' out to the light I see.

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Beyond those mountains there's a soft glow;

It's gettin' brighter the closer I go.

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It's like the beginning of a new day,

And the trail I'm followin' leads the way.

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I feel sure there's friends and family ahead,

And they've set up camp on a brand new spread.

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Yes, I can hear the voices callin' my name,

sayin', "Welcome Ken, sure glad you came.

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This new range is special, you'll like it here,

There's grass for your horses, the streams are clear.

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The cattle are gentle and never stampede,

And in every direction there's plenty of feed.

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If you're thinkin' it sounds too good to be true,

it's not—'cause the Boss made a promise to you.

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If you'd ride for his brand, be honest and square,

He'd relive all your pain, and remove every care.

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He was mighty pleased with your life on earth,

That you did your best, and proved your worth.

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So step off your horse, and tied on up,

Your friends are all waiting to pour you a cup.

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We'll talk about old days, and skies that glow,

'cause startin' tomorrow you'll be shootin' Buffalo!

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Modified from work by Carole Jarvis