My deepest condolences. Prayers sent to all touched by Vern's life.
Althought I never met Vern as soon as I saw the name I recognized the man. In Jay Massey's book "A Thousand Campfires" there is a wonderful story with a picture of Vern.
The picture on page 26 flashed across my minds eye and just got done re-reading that story for the ummteenth time.
Just a few pargraphs from the book....
"One image of Vern cropped up whenever I thought of him. In it, he was standing in a sunny glade, shooting at a haybale target sisty-five yards down the hill. Another archer had just purchased a new, jet-black recurved bow and wanted Vern's opinion of it.
After snapping one of his own arrows on the string of the unfamiliar bow, Vern had smoothly drawn the sixty-five pound weapon and settled into his anchor point, middle finger of his drawing hand at the corner of his mouth. He held absolutely steady for two, three seconds and then the bow limbs sprang forward with a blur. An instand later there was a loud WHAP! as Vern's arrow hit the paper target in the middle of the five-ring."
Later in the same story: "Then something happened, one of those things that leaves an impression on you forever.
The bull crashed through the willow thicket, heading upriver. Then for no obvious reason, he stopped in the middle of a small opening in the thicket, directly opposite Vern.
I glanced across the river at Vern. He was standing coolly , at least sixty yards away from the bull, holding his bow at full draw, rock steady, waiting. The image of him shooting on thh downhill target flashed through my mind.
Then there was the snap of the bowstring and the point of light that was Vern's arrow flashed across the river and hit the bull with the sound of ripping canvas. The bull spun sideways and crashed off into the forest. A few seconds later there was a great thrashing and then silence......We followed the blood trail and found the bull dead one hundred yards inside the forest. He was a fine moose, a fifty-five incher....Then we found the wide four blade slice where Vern's arrow had cut through both lungs and exited through a rib on the opposite side. It had been a dead center lung shot, as close to a classic bowshot as I'd ever seen."
Well done Vern indeed!!