Hank Jr. had a home a cross the field from me when I lived in Montana. When he first moved into the "neighborhood" I was in the yard shooting my bow when a fancy Mercedes four wheel drive with dark tinted windows pulled up. I walked over while the tinted windows went down. It was Hank. He said, "You're Gene Wensel, aren't you?" I answered, "Ya...who are you?" Ha! He used to come into my office once in a while. Actually we really blew it while we were filming our old "Spirit of the Bow" DVD. While we were shooting the tiny saccharin tablets out of the air, he happened to come by. I should have asked him to throw pills for us. Never thought of it. Rednecks are all over the world Gary.....
By the way, the final printing of the infamous bookmark was scheduled to be done in scratch and sniff....