Michael Beck
My Dad and I roofed and painted some of the houses Bill built. But I mainly remember quail hunting with Bill, just me and him, on his property there behind his house. He would fill his coat pocket with pecans and take off walking behind his liver and white pointer. It has dawned on me that nowadays when I go hunting, I fill my coat pocket with pecans and follow a liver and white pointer. One day we will walk the fields together again.


