I'd been hoping all summer that Bill would pull through this, but the news got worse instead of better, and the day I have dreaded finally came.
A year ago Tuesday we were giving hugs all around as we left for the airport in Townsville after a three week "mate hunt" as Bill called it. At that time, if someone were to say one of us would be dead in a year, Bill would have been the last one out of the six of us that I would have picked. But here it is, a year later, and Bill is gone.
I have a few everyday pictures of Bill on my camera.
Start of an unbelievable buff hunt.
Bill at the buff camp kitchen.
One of the lizards on the road.
Doug Chase and Bill out front of Bill's place.
Getting ready for the Northeast Cape hunt at Bill's place.
STILL getting ready for the Northeast Cape hunt. The bar owner mowed a path across a field from here to Bill's house to facilitate getting home.
Rik with a catfish at the bilabong while Bill is croc bait.
Bill had a brown bear hunt booked in Alaska for this coming October, one of his life long dreams. He came up a year short. We also had other stuff planned down the road here in Idaho and over in Oz.
Life is too short sometimes.