Roger was one of a kind for sure. He lived a life worth living and left a lasting impression in whitetail wisdom. I will miss him. I spoke with him for almost an hour just a few days ago. Barry, when you had to leave back in August, I stayed there with him for three more hours. We had a ball making fun of you! Many years ago, he and Jim Emerson came to the Bitterroot to hunt elk. I set them up in a good spot and they played cat and mouse with a couple bulls for over a week. Finally they came back into town with no headlights all the way down over Skalkaho Pass. They both took showers at my house. When they left, I pulled a bucket of body hair out of my shower drain! I wore rubber gloves the entire time! Roger told me he kept seeing the same cow elk four days in a row. I asked him how he was so sure it was the same cow elk? He told me he "recognized her ass." Good eye! Another time I was with them in a van when Roger was driving in Atlanta, GA traffic at night in a bad neighborhood. Jim kept yelling "GREEN LIGHT!" and Roger would slam on the brakes. I thought I would wet my pants when those two got going at each other. Another time I was driving through Great Falls, Montana with Roger when I got pulled over by a cop. When I handed the cop my drivers license, I pointed out that today was my birthday, thinking he might cut me some slack. He continued writing me a ticket. When the cop handed me the summons, he said, "Happy Birthday, Gene!" Roger didn't let it pass. Those were the days. I already miss him. Ryan, give me a call when you need help. I'll round up a crew. God bless you, Ronnie and your families.