I agree with all the responders. I first met Ed back when the Clinton club hosted the big shoots back in the 70s. Then I don't remember seeing him again until I was struggling with keeping a torrential downpour from invading my broadhead and bow display at about 1 AM at the Michigan Longbow shoot in Marshall, MI in the late 80s. I was about done buckling down more tarps and my canopy and two guys came splashing through the puddles running from cover to cover. They stopped under my canopy and both were familiar faces. And, for at least the next several hours, Ed and Jay Massey and I jawed about all the stuff we bowhunters normally do....but, this was something special. Jay was, to me, one of the greatest natural story tellers I've ever met or read. Ed had his own to share-and good ones! It didn't quit raining & I didn't hit the sack until nearly daylight-my wife slept through it all, but I was in bow hunter's heaven! Who could want a better experience than this? Most of today's traditional bow hunters may never recognize Ed's name - and, sadly, I wonder how many really will know about Jay Massey. But, for me, this chilly, shivering huddle with the rain beating down on the canopy above us will be one of my all-time good times!! I wish I had known them both better!
Likely he won't remember me, but I will be writing Ed a letter. Thank you for bringing back the memory!