Friday, January 29, 2021
Like so many before and after me, Bob taught me how to shoot trap at the Perk Rod and Gun club, and even helped fund me and took me to shoots across the state. I always thought he was one of the greatest shooters. One day we were driving down 390 to a shoot in one of his beat up vans and I asked him what it was like to drive a van. He stood up and said go ahead and drive it while we were still moving along at speed!
During my teen years Sunday tradition during small game season was breakfast with his parents, then rabbit hunting with Bob and Wes. Ona would send along hard boiled eggs for a snack, and Bob would shake his head while peeling them and say "she never did figure out how to boil eggs" because the shells always seemed to stick.
I remember him with a smile on his face.
