Hunting camp now has a big void. The memories established during our two weeks a year together will last forever. Things like the young ones sharing root beer floats with Les or encouraging the kids to poke the fire some more. Chipmunks will always be known as timber tigers and Les's blind is now sacred grown. That big infectious laugh cannot be replaced. He will always have his foot print on our camp. From everyone in hunting camp...we send prayers to the family and thank you for sharing him with us over the years.