I first met Mickey about 25 years ago, and he gave me my first lessons in benchrest shooting--of course with one of the rifles he built. Didn't get to see him as often as it would have been good to since, but did see him now and then--and traded books and smoked pecans. He hinted he wasn't feeling well within the past year or two, but didn't let on that it was anything serious.

Will miss you, for sure.

“Montana seems to me to be what a small boy would think Texas is like from hearing Texans.”
John Steinbeck