Man, One night, many years ago, I was lucky enough to be there and pull you back from the abyss. I only wish I could have been there again. We shared some incredible hights and some really bad lows. You taught me how to flyfish on the Guadalupe Fork. I can still hear you yelling "HEY TROUTIES!" from the truck as we drove up. I missed you these last years but always thought we had plenty of time to meet up. Well, I was wrong and time ran out. I love you and will miss you always.

Until we meet again I will keep the guerra factory going.

Petey