Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Ralph sorry to hear about your fathers passing. I only met Ray a few times way back when we were in school together and resently at our hunters breakfast. He must of touched me in some way, his smile or friendly nature...rest assured he never spilled the beans on your hunting spots. Always friendly and quick with a story or two or three or ..... I can remember one of the first time I met Ray was with my father Frank. We came over to see a bear your father had shoot with his bow. I was so impressed with is skills as a hunter and as a fisherman. Ray was small in size but had a large heart. I am sure he is with our Lord, smiling, bow in hand looking for the big one. God Bless Ken