Last night I put down the best partner I had in a duck blind. Skeet was just under 12 years of age. He was suffering from a brain tumor or had a stroke and was losing control of his left side. Happy and trying to please to the end he was my pal. I don't think I ever ate a whole sandwich in a blind, half was reserved for him. A MacDonalds cheeseburger and fries were his birthday treat. Skeet was always thinking, had a hard drive about him and you just knew he would find any bird you knocked down in any type cover. Some of his retrieves were legendary, and you could tell he was always trying to figure a better way. This picture was of him retrieving two Gadwalls at once, why waste time? He was impatient until you got the first bird of the day and then he was good, you had made his day. No bird was too far and a hunting partner once joked that he thought he liked the long retrieves the best. He had his quirks but don't we all. Until we meet again in the big duck marsh in the sky, you will be missed by so many you shared a hunt with.