Well John, i'm lost my friend. I can't drive up the lane without looking for your truck. What are we going to do?
I remember the first time I joined the group you had just had hip surgery and were out training. It was hot as the devil and you were asleep on the line in a big white knit sweater,,,and i've been confused ever since. How will we go on? No more standing on the line thinking WTH is John doing? No more set ups that flummoxed everyone but you and maybe 2 dogs out of 20. No more "see that blade of grass?" trying to point out where you want me to set up a mark in a MASSIVE FIELD OF GRASS! No more of everybody picking up at the line to see your truck start moving, newbies asking what's John doing, well, we are moving or done for the day, wait and see. No more voice over my massive marine radios, which you loved, championing a dogs work when you felt the handler was not being fair to the dog. No more,,,everything,, I will miss everything.
On a personal note, after Curtis died, the pain in your eyes, the way you, Patty and Bozie let me in, gave me purpose and made me stronger is why my love for you is deep and lasting. You jackass, can't believe it. Rest easy my dear friend, we'll take it from here,,,
God Bless,
Lee Holcombe