Rick Pierce
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The circle gets a little smaller.
I met Bill because of duckboats...we decided, along with a few others, to get together in Memphis for the Ducks Unlimited festival that used to be held there. After going to the show, we would go back to the Red Roof Inn and take over the back parking lot. We "boiled" decoys there one year (expanded foam), carved a couple years, and always had good food.
From that point on, we talked and emailed pretty regularly...when texting became easy/common, that got incorporated as well. Recipes, conversations, and just b.s. about work, family, and life...
When the wildlife art show in Decatur, Alabama wanted to bring back its decoy contest, Bill agreed...and then called me. For the few years it went on, it was one of my favorite events...being able to drive over, see whatever of the MAlArKy Carvers group had shown up (Jeff King's reclining Daffy Duck entry and Jon Espey's slices of bread as "confidence" decoys are forever in my head), handle some great decoys, and spend time talking ducks and, again, eating great food...was a great experience. Bill and I would commiserate about getting judges, ribbons, entries, whether the show would do any good at all, and what would happen...usually to see our fears evaporate as the show came together, somehow, with everyone pitching in and doing what it took.
I was lucky enough to hunt and fish with Bill, but one of the best times I had was a trip to Detroit last March. I mentioned to Bill in 2016 that I wanted to see the Redwings play at the Joe Louis Arena before they shut the Joe down and the Redwings moved. Bill was a lifelong Redwings fan - we gave each other hell over him being a fan and me liking pretty much anyone but the Redwings - and called a family member who worked/works for the Redwings. The weekend of the trip happened to coincide with the ODCCA show in Strongsville, Ohio. Laura and I flew to Detroit to watch the Wings play the Blackhawks - an Original 6 matchup to boot - and Bill handed me a Blackhawks jersey signed by Phil Esposito to wear to the game. He, Tina and Laura wore Redwings jerseys, and in a down year for the Redwings, they managed to stand up and beat the Blackhawks pretty decisively. The next morning, Bill took us to the farmer's market for breakfast - never, ever had corned beef hash like that - and to a massive meat market. It was bitterly cold, and I was underdressed to walk the way we did, but we all survived, and afterwards we rode down to the ODCCA show to somehow fit ducks into a decidedly non-duck weekend...
My last hunt with him was right around this past Thanksgiving in Arkansas. I knew he wasn't in good health, and asked him to get checked out, but he just dismissed it and said he was working on it. He had gotten better, at least from our conversations, and the text I got last week that he was in ICU and unconscious just floored me, because we had been talking about a duck/goose hunt in Oklahoma for January of 2019. He had sent info on a cabin to look at renting for the trip a day or two prior.
I am sad for myself, though trying to be happy that he is at peace and knowing at least one Lab, Shiloh, was waiting for him. He was a stubborn, hardheaded Scot with a huge, generous heart who loved his wife and his Labs, good food, good beer, hunting, fishing, and his friends. He is my friend, and I miss him.
I met Bill because of duckboats...we decided, along with a few others, to get together in Memphis for the Ducks Unlimited festival that used to be held there. After going to the show, we would go back to the Red Roof Inn and take over the back parking lot. We "boiled" decoys there one year (expanded foam), carved a couple years, and always had good food.
From that point on, we talked and emailed pretty regularly...when texting became easy/common, that got incorporated as well. Recipes, conversations, and just b.s. about work, family, and life...
When the wildlife art show in Decatur, Alabama wanted to bring back its decoy contest, Bill agreed...and then called me. For the few years it went on, it was one of my favorite events...being able to drive over, see whatever of the MAlArKy Carvers group had shown up (Jeff King's reclining Daffy Duck entry and Jon Espey's slices of bread as "confidence" decoys are forever in my head), handle some great decoys, and spend time talking ducks and, again, eating great food...was a great experience. Bill and I would commiserate about getting judges, ribbons, entries, whether the show would do any good at all, and what would happen...usually to see our fears evaporate as the show came together, somehow, with everyone pitching in and doing what it took.
I was lucky enough to hunt and fish with Bill, but one of the best times I had was a trip to Detroit last March. I mentioned to Bill in 2016 that I wanted to see the Redwings play at the Joe Louis Arena before they shut the Joe down and the Redwings moved. Bill was a lifelong Redwings fan - we gave each other hell over him being a fan and me liking pretty much anyone but the Redwings - and called a family member who worked/works for the Redwings. The weekend of the trip happened to coincide with the ODCCA show in Strongsville, Ohio. Laura and I flew to Detroit to watch the Wings play the Blackhawks - an Original 6 matchup to boot - and Bill handed me a Blackhawks jersey signed by Phil Esposito to wear to the game. He, Tina and Laura wore Redwings jerseys, and in a down year for the Redwings, they managed to stand up and beat the Blackhawks pretty decisively. The next morning, Bill took us to the farmer's market for breakfast - never, ever had corned beef hash like that - and to a massive meat market. It was bitterly cold, and I was underdressed to walk the way we did, but we all survived, and afterwards we rode down to the ODCCA show to somehow fit ducks into a decidedly non-duck weekend...
My last hunt with him was right around this past Thanksgiving in Arkansas. I knew he wasn't in good health, and asked him to get checked out, but he just dismissed it and said he was working on it. He had gotten better, at least from our conversations, and the text I got last week that he was in ICU and unconscious just floored me, because we had been talking about a duck/goose hunt in Oklahoma for January of 2019. He had sent info on a cabin to look at renting for the trip a day or two prior.
I am sad for myself, though trying to be happy that he is at peace and knowing at least one Lab, Shiloh, was waiting for him. He was a stubborn, hardheaded Scot with a huge, generous heart who loved his wife and his Labs, good food, good beer, hunting, fishing, and his friends. He is my friend, and I miss him.