Blessings through eternity, Joe. And thanks for the freedoms you helped buy for me.
What a bittersweet thing it is to know that you have given the last "outing" to a friend.
I took a dear friend of mine on his last prairie dog shoot. We both knew he was dying. He couldn't make it over the barbed wire fence but he was popping them off at 200 yards, resting on one of the fenceposts.
He then said he was getting cold, so I took him home. He passed a week later. RIP, you too, Jerry old pal.