I really dont know what more to say. I am not to good at these sort of things. But if I had to give you a visual of him. Picture this, The man was built like Shrek. He kinda looked like a refrigerator with a head but no neck. He was so irish his blood was green. He had the humor and the silver tongue that is so characteristic of an Irishman. He could talk your head off. It was a pleasure to have known him. I lost my grandfather to cancer in 1998. He raised me and taught me the things I needed to know. How to hunt,trap,fish,paddle a canoe,how to deal with women and how survive. He was a sailor once during WWII and one of the best woodsmen I have ever known. I would like to think him and Russell will meet in happy hunting ground. Up here in maine we have a bird called a canada Jay or locally a Gorbi. It is a black and grey bird that will follow you through the woods and hang around your camp. They will eat from your hand and steal your lunch if your not careful. Anyway my granddad told me when I was young that the bird carries the spirit of woodsman that has passed on. And they are watching over you. That is why they behave the way they do. Anyone can belive what they wish about what happens to the spirit after death. But I always make sure to give the Gorbies a handout when I encounter one. Someone may be watching over me.
