The world is such a small place.
I’m sorry for your loss Tim, I knew Bill a little bit.
We met seven or eight years ago at Sandonona. II was picking up a pair of guns ant BSA, and he and I shot together the first afternoon that I put them together.
His enthusiasm for driven partridges was beyond my own!
A good man, and a fine shot.
His love of the Beasley action, and the example that he shot that day were unsurpassed.
What time and tide waits for no man and I lost track of him. We never got to shoot together again.
He knew of an estate that had wild partridges, and he described them, exploding over the hedges like fireworks in the July night. Starbursts, he called them.
I’m sorry for your loss.
