i thought i knew how to do everything boy was i wrong.when i first met Jackson, 11 years or so.i knew everything and no one could tell me anything.after several months and thousands of gallons of coffee he couldn't take it anymore.short of whipping my ass,he told me that i didn't know much at all.with very few kind words and making me UN learn the crap i thought i knew he taught me how to fly fish.sight in my bow,sight in my guns and how to live my life the right way.i spentso many of my days with jack and even while away for months or years when id come back around ,it would be like i had never been away.I'm gonna miss fishing with him .always he'd catch more than me.I'll miss the way he'd just stop talking and wait for me to shut my mouth and then hed finish his thought.ill miss working with him in the shop ,riding around the farm,going to the horse shows,playin xbox.but mostly tying flies.jackson gave me ,my first vise" still using it" and spending hours learning to tie new ones ,his secret weapons.jack and i had a great friendship,jack was more of a father to me than anyone.miss you and love you buddy##imported-begin##Trent Hudson##imported-end##