I'm writing this with tears running down my cheek . I praise God for the memories of good times my brother and I had in the past, but sad for the memories that won't be. Memories like Dave and I playing baseball together , we played the same positions , pitcher, 1st. base and left field with the Astros our little league team , and our teener league team from Hamilton. Our teener league teem traveled all over the middle of Pa. and no other teem could beat us. I remember pheasant hunting with our German shorthair (tracer) with Dave and our father. I remember his first buck, he shot it on Montour Ridge the first day of buck season in 1966. I remember hunting at the Grouse Club on middle ridge , Dave shot a really big 8 pt buck. I was so excited I ran over and before I new it I was gutting his buck and dragging it down the mountain. I remember on one of our many fishing trips to penns creek. We were walking through high grass at rainbow ripple and he was taking his wading stick and parting the grass , like he was looking for something. I ask him what he was doing, he said he is looking for snakes. My reply was keep looking and you'll find them . I am 2 years younger then my brother and definitely followed in his footsteps. Although the past few years we were separated by some miles nothing can separate the love I had for my brother Dave
