Wednesday, September 29, 2021
Dave always had a wild sometimes questionable story to tell, but they were great to listen to.
I remember hunting for antelope with him on the desert on numerous occasions, and as he was driving like a maniac chasing them down; he would be hollering "if there ain't no lead a flying, there ain't no meat a dying!"
Another fond memory was a fishing trip to Salmon Dam that didn't go as planned. Ended up dark, windy with white caps, and a long ways from the dock. Christy and Louann were in their boat, and Dave, John, and I were in Dave's little aluminum boat.....needless to say Dave couldn't see, John couldn't swim...and somehow I became pocahontas in the bow of the boat with a flashlight yelling at Dave which way to steer. That meant me yelling..."your other left Dave" over and over.
Many canoe trips up balanced rock creek, Dave always rocking the conoe and Shirley telling him to stop!
Many trips to the desert to work cows.
Lots of smoking meat and making jerky. Dave always seemed to be either chewing on some jerky or a toothpick.
Never a dull moment around Dave. I'm sure he's entertaining the angels now. He will be missed.
