The first Saturday after one of the 6 people on this planet that I put in the category of “My Best Friends” ...Tripp “rock-n-rye” Meyers...had passed, I went out and hunted and dedicated the hunt to him. I took a relatively new friend that doesn’t have much access, and he probably feels like he knew Tripp after spending the entire day...30 minutes before first light till sunset...listening to the stories about Rock that I had to tell. We scratched four Greenheads out of 25-30 groups of 2-20 that gave us a look. We never went 30 minutes without trying to work some ducks, and they all gave us a look and several passes, but only a few committed to our set-up. There was a time between the excitement of first light/legal and the first wave of ducks we tried to coax in that I looked to the heavens and talked to Tripp; I don’t think God lets conversations from earth taint the wonder that His children are experiencing in Heaven, but just in case, I had my say. As I said my peace, I noticed this...while it’s certainly not his signature, I could see “tripp” in a very groovy, artistic way...”with 2 Ps,” as he was so fond of saying. Yup. So I hung out in that creek, scratched out what birds I could, drank the closest thing to Rock-N-Rye I could find up here, and thought about how damn much I wished he was with me. Here are the pics of that day.
I love you Tripp...I will miss you till I see you again, Brother!
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