Here’s a photo of one of the best friends I’ve ever had. Betty was not only a constant companion, but she loved going out in the boat and the bigger the fish, the more excited she got. She went with me all over North America from fly in spots north of where the roads end to Richmond, Va, down to Toledo Bend and out to Denver.
She was 16 years, eight months on Good Friday when I had to put her to sleep. One of the hardest days in my life. But I wouldn’t have missed one minute of her life. She was one in a million and I have many more memories because of her.