I stayed the night at my friend's and thoroughly enjoyed reminiscing into the late night hours. Before 7am, I was on the road to the last part of my trip.
Again, during the planning stage of the trip, I was watching some videos of Byron Ferguson on YouTube, and the host of the video mentioned that Mr. Ferguson lived in Hartselle, AL. I looked on a map, and discovered that it was not far from my friend's town. Again, I thought, "Why not?", and sent Mr. Ferguson an e-mail. I explained that I was going to be in the area, and wondered if I might be able to meet with him, and get him to sign my copy of his book, and I would buy a couple of his DVD's as well.
Much to my surprise, he said that he would be around, and to give him a call when I got close! Needless to say, I was ecstatic!
I called him when I was about 30 minutes away, and he gave me his address. As I arrived at his home, I was inexplicably nervous. I rang the doorbell. He answered the door, and I have to admit, I was (more than) a little star-struck. He eased my nerves quickly, as he invited me into his home, and asked me to sit down. He is a very down-to-earth guy, and we proceeded to talk about many things. Everything from hunting, to my line of work, to personal experiences with tragedy, and of course, archery.
We talked for around an hour, before he said, "I have something you might be interested to see." He took me to his shop, where he produced a broken wooden disc signed by none other than Mr. Howard Hill! We talked of Mr. Hill for a while, and then went back into his house and took care of "business," where his sweet, lovely wife, Wanda gathered the items I requested and made sure that he signed them all.
I said my "Thank you"s and got in my Jeep and left. As I neared the end of his street, I was horrified as I realized: I DIDN'T TAKE ANY PICTURES!!!!!!
I tried frantically to call him again, as I turned around, but my phone wouldn't call out!
I pulled back into his driveway, and he came out of his truck (probably wondering what this nut-job wanted now). I explained my mistake, and he graciously allowed me to take another dreaded "selfie".
As we took this pic, Wanda came out and said, "I would've done that for you." So I got my regular camera so that she could.
Miss Wanda then explained that if I printed these, I could send them to Mr. Ferguson and he would sign them and return them! I thanked them profusely, again and left. On my trip back home, I saw more of Tennessee, and then put the hammer down and made it home early the next morning, after a quick nap in Little Rock, AR.
So that is my story. I hope you enjoyed it half as much as I did telling it. And I hope that it inspires you to be giving and generous to your fellow man. You never know just how much it might bless them and the ones closest to them.
Thanks for reading.
-Tony