Eric,
Thanks for the kind words and pay no attention to the two clowns, they are both a couple of very sick puppies and with great reluctance I call them friends, but I suppose I must...

Ray Atkinson today for the first time ever. I have been reading his posts since 98 or 99. Probably 5000 of them and he is a true gentalman and I wish I had called him sooner. What a great fellow hunter and a assett to all of us. We are lucky to have him here thats for sure. The pleasure was all mine Ray. Thanks Ray.

Dang!, Eric. You had a wrong number. Don't you know Teddy Kennedy when you hear him? He's Ray's big buddy and visits with him often.



Actually, Ray ain't a bad guy as long as he can't get to your dogs. Visit with all of us old guys in Dallas and you can see Ray fall down in person (and celebrate his 105th birthday). That is, if he doesn't break his neck falling off his new rodeo horse.

How far of a fall is it from a stick horse?

Ray,

The day Walter started refering to you as "my friend Ray" I have blacklisted your name!

You cannot imagine the number of friends I have lost since I became acquanted with Walter.

Yesterday his son got married. Walter went to the wrong church, while we were all waiting for him.

He blamed it all on me, as I called him about an hour before the ceremony, and said to him I will see him at St. Mary's Church! He said he thought it a was at the Church of Christ, but I managed to persuade him it wasn't!

He said he spent most of his time in the church asking God to make sure I go to hell when I die, as he certainly does not wish to see me in heaven!

He said so in front of the priest - who was not too impressed with what was going on.

Everyone in the church were splitting their sides with laughter, so it was not such a bad idea to send him to the wrong church