Little story to make ya'll ill.
In 74, my new wife (where else would I go on a honeymoon? Geeez) and I went to Greyling.
Imagine my dumbfoundedness when I was walking around taking photos when I turned my head and there stood Fred.
Fred, being the true gentleman he was, spent more than an hour walking around telling me the story of some of the trophys and the ex got photos of us standing near several as well as one when I first introduced myself and we shook hands.
Highlight of my life? oh baby.
Since hindsight is 20-20, I'da killed for a tape recorder that day.
The "ill" part? 4 years later, I divorced her nasty personage and before I could get all my stuff out she took all my photos and entire collection of Archery magazine out in the drive, poured gas on them and ......POOF!
Every one of them would have been 8x10s today and not only mounted on my wall in pride but also left to our son.
OT, I know but every time I see Fred's photo, I find myself wishing I could have done that ALL over again, with a different photographer and a TAPE RECORDER. (my MEMORY is horrendous and I was operating in "auto-pilot" half not knowing what in the world to say!)
A couple thousand people have similar photos, I'm sure......but this was just MY chance for the same.
Glass half full, she can't take the memory of that day.
God Bless and thanks for sharing the photos, gang.
Steve