David Smith
Oh Papa. I’d say my best memory would be my first deer out at deer camp. We were the only ones there. When I realized I shot one and it was down I hollered for you for a while. You didn’t like that. But I had so much excitement I couldnt control myself. I ruined your hunt for the evening. Fast forward to the gutting process, I took a knife to the leg accidentally and you came to inspect my leg. “Oh quit being a baby. Get your a$$ up and gut this deer. We’ll get you a bandaid back at camp”. Well, a tourniquet and a trip to Fremont hospital turned into a transport from Fremont to GR by ambulance proved it was more than a bandaid. You will always be missed Papa. Thanks for the memories, and your 37 years of service. I love you.
