RIP Roger, you will be missed. I had the privilege of living down the road from Roger for many years. He hated poachers more than anything. One night I was driving by his house slowly to see if he was in his chair, nothing, so I kept driving to the house. Next thing I know, here comes a truck barreling down on me. I pull over and here comes Roger, "oh, its only you". Yeah Roger, who'd you think it is. "These damn poachers ride by my house, I thought you were one of them". A few weeks later, I come down the road at dark, pass Roger's house and make it around a turn, when all of a sudden here comes a set of headlights on my tail. I pull over and it's Roger. He said, "dammit, its you again". Yeah Roger I live on this road. He started laughing. He said, "do me a favor, if you drive by my house at night, honk the horn so I know its you". I said no problem.