Kribbs called this morning. I just sat there in a literal daze for an hour or two. From time to time wiping the tears from my eyes as I sifted through good memories of Larke. This one hit me hard as we had stayed in touch well over the years via phone calls and texts. His trip out to Montana with me is still one of my absolute favorite hunts. I’d just talked to him a little over a week ago. I sought out his advice for a concealed carry pistol for my daughter. As always he was generous with his knowledge. I respected it and appreciated it. I will miss him dearly and I hope i am a good enough man to see him on the other side some day.