Hey Rog :

"Twas the night before opener, and all through the land
hunters were scrambling, in trucks cars and vans

The carts were all loaded, and packed with great care
For the dream and the vision of ducks in the air
The Hunters were standing nears fires and stoves
Camped hither and yon, parking lots and groves

And me I am at home awaiting my fate
no rush for me, I will be at the gate
They stand in big lines and hold onto their numbers
I sleep in my bed in a blissful slumber

They have drove for miles and some for hours
I will wake at my home and have a hot shower
They will wolf down food in fairly short order
and wait for their call to get out on the border

I drive out to Gray lodge, my number is little
They get through the line near the end or the middle
They hustle and sweat to get the dekes out
I am already set up in the pond I did scout

we put off vacations, we work for the man
to get out in the field, to hunt when we can
we sit in the cold, we sit in the rain
we pack in our decoys no matter the strain

we hunt and we boast, we call and we wait
we are all hunters, isn't it great."

Carol :
"Throughout the world there is enacted daily the sorrowful scene of loved ones mourning as they bid farewell to a son, a husband,a father, or a cherished friend. Let us remember that after the funeral flowers fade, the well wishes of friends become memories, and the prayers offered and words spoken dim in the corridors of the mind. Those who grieve frequently find themselves alone. Missed is the laughter of children, and the tender, loving concern of a departed companion. The clock ticks more loudly, time passes more slowly, and four walls can indeed a prison make."
I pray that in whatever it is that you may be needing this day, that your life be full of peace, you feel the love of family, prosperity and power as you seek to have fond remembrances of Roger as many of us have.
"When a tiger dies, he leaves his skin. When a man dies, he leaves his name!" Roger's name will be remembered well by many of us. Roger walked into many of our lives...we did not let him walk away, we enjoyed his presence and it's hard to let him go.
I am proud to have know Tiger.......Guy's thanks for the memories.