My remembrance is from the last 24HCF TN hog hunt. Steve was a gentleman, even when swatting my paws when I was trying to filch the freshly fried bacon he was using to assemble the atomic buffalo turds for our feast. Our groups have never eaten so well as we did that trip, when we were in charge of ALL the victuals.
Having taken a hog earlier in the hunt, I was coming off the "hill" on the 2nd day when I ran into Steve, who was on his way in. I'd seen a sounder lounging in a ravine a while earlier, so I took Steve over to where they'd been. I suppose it would've been my first experience at, "guiding". Alas, they spooked before he was able to get a shot off.
A while later, though, he tagged a nice boar at the very apex of the property, in a spot I'd walked only hours before and thought was empty. He hunted to the end, for sure.
This turdlike member is raising a glass to him now (yes, at 9:47am EDT
) , and will do so again at the next 24HCF gathering.
Happy Trails, Steve.
FC
