Just to let y'all know, we buried Criss Saturday, just up the hill from where he killed his best bird, a 1 3/4" spurred bird he called "old sly". He had 2 calls in his hands and a old box call in his lap. Wearing his camo of course. Hauled him to the cemetery in his truck because he said he didn't want to ride in no "herst"...
Before the funeral, my youngest girl killed a nice old buck and the first thing she sad when she walked up to it was " thanks Pig". That's what we all called Criss.