I was searching for a phone number on my phone yesterday and when I started to type it in, the first one on the search list was Grizzly Bill.
I miss Bill, especially this time of year. He would just starting to ramp up his grocery list and supplies list for his deer camp he ran up by Winter.
Bill and I would have talked about 100 times already since the Labor Day weekend. We'd be talking about trail cam's, family, what loads we're going to run in the rifles...hell we'd yap about the same damn rifles every year, but we loved it.
We'd be swapping stories about Wyatt and Jack and their sports, talking about what car Dave has in the shop and how we love how the build is going and reminisce about the cars we used to have or want to have.
His nemesis was firewood. He was one of the younger guys at camp at 69! He was always up there cutting firewood, lol. they'd take turns but Bill always had a funny story about firewood!
