I don't think I posted this on the site - but I sent a note to Bill. A number of years ago, Bill had a couple pair of Browning boots that had belonged to his dad. I was the only one with "big" enough feet to fill them , so he sent them to me. One pair still remains and I leave them up at turkey camp to knock around in. Told Bill I'd drive a nail in the wall, hang them up and they could hang there until the place rots down around them.

Never met him. But I sure liked him.