One of my favorite pass times other than coaching has been hunting. My best friend Daisy and I spent many hours; sitting on the banks of Murphy Pond quietly waiting for that next flock of ducks or walking thru the grass hoping to run into that covy of quail. If we had a good day we may come home with enough for the whole family. And as you can see Daisy helped increase the number of mouths we had to feed.

Those were great times, and I hated to see them end, but they did. I lost my best friend and this is my good-bye.

GOOD BYE TO A FRIEND

Daisy started to lose weight and become very tired in the summer of 1991 she lost all of her body weight but was bloated with fluid in her belly, the vet suggested putting her down, they performed an autopsy and found her heart completely surrounded by a tumor, I constructed a casket for her and laid her to rest with her favorite blanket and my old hunting jacket, she is permantly at rest on the banks of Murphys Pond where she swam out and fetched up her very first duck.

Her headstone has this poem (written by my wife) inscribed on it.

Daisy Mae

Several years after this I was hunting in a different area, and ran into some other guys, we got to talking and they told me, they had had some good luck that very morning, I asked where and they said "At a little pond by the freeway we call Daisy's Pond" I told them I knew of the place, turned away with a smile and headed for home. On my last trip out to Daisys Pond, I discovered she has some company, Old Blue, Bosco and Birdy......