What happens when you die?

Roy Rogers had his movie horse Trigger, his dog Bullet, and wife Dale Evans' horse Buttermilk taxidermied for display at their home. Dale was rumored to have told her husband, "Roy, don't get any ideas about me."
 
My only mount ever, is a light chocolate brown Desert Big Horn Ram with golden horns. Drew the tag on my very first application in 2008 when I was 60 years old. It was a deep, steep, bone-dry wilderness hunt. Days mid 80's, nights low 20's. I was forever thirsty on the hunt. Never could carry enough water. Tongue got so dry it stuck to the roof of my mouth.

I shot him at 125 yards after such an exciting, prolonged crawling stalk with my Belgium Browning Safari grade 30-06 with a highly figured French Walnut stock. I bought that rifle in 1970. Still have it of course. 56 years now. I bet you could do scraping on the stock, and it could test positive for my DNA. It has the same fixed Weaver 4X scope on it when i bought it used for a whopping $180. I had to make payments, $30/month.

Am leaving this mount and that rifle to a close friend, an elk hunting guide, in his early 40's with an 8-year son.

Also going to leave him a pre-WW2 original Remington bullet knife with a sheath I made myself out of harness grade leather. I stitched it with thin copper wire.

It was given to me by my long dead master gunsmith and friend, a Korean War vet who was awarded the Silver Star and Purple Heart. The knife belonged to his Dad. A US Navy Lt. Commander during WW2.

That rifle and knife have been with me all over Western North America from Alaska to the Mexican border where I shot that ram.

It comforts me knowing that he and then his son will get these.
 
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My only mount ever, is a light chocolate brown Desert Big Horn Ram with golden horns. Drew the tag on my very first application in 2008 when I was 60 years old. It was a deep, steep, bone-dry wilderness hunt. Days mid 80's, nights low 20's.

Shot him at 125 yards with a Belgium Browning Safari grade 30-06 with a highly figured French Walnut stock. I bought that rifle in 1972. Still have it of course. 54 years now.

Am leaving this mount and that rifle to a close friend, an elk hunting guide, in his early 40's with an 8-year son.

Also going to leave him a pre-WW2 original Remington bullet knife with a sheath I made myself out of harness grade leather. I stitched it with thin copper wire.

It was given to me by my long dead gunsmith, a Korean War vet who was awarded the Silver Star. The knife belonged to his Dad. A US Navy Lt. Commander during WW2.

That rifle and knife have with me all over Western North America from Alaska to the Mexican border where I shot that ram.

It comforts me knowing that he and then his son will get these.
Do your giving while you’re living so you’ll be knowing where it’s going.
 
Do your giving while you’re living so you’ll be knowing where it’s going.
Ohh, I know who these items are going to all right. I see this family every week at least once, maybe more. OH i forgot that they also get my Toyota 1984 FJ-60 which I have owned since 1988. No rust, no accidents, totally original superbly maintained.

Everything is in my will too. My executor knows all this, and I even gave my 40-year-old friend and father the combination to my gun safe. He can have everything in it. Gets all my tools too.

Makes me happy to know my prized physical objects will be in the hands of people who love me and really knew me damn well,
 
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