I want him to write his memoirs more than anyone else I have ever known. I threaten him with the fact that I have going on 300 pages of letters and emails from him, and can construct something of one myself, but it would not be the same.
John lives these days in Alpaugh, California, the last curious bastion of coursing in a state that is becoming increasingly "anti"- not just anti-hunting, but against all interactions with animals. He is over 80 - how many years, John? -- but as one of our tazi group says, he obviously believes in "use it or lose it". I will consider myself fortunate if I am still pursuing field sports over 80, but his example makes me determined to try. I am pleased to call him a mentor, honored that he runs two dogs of my breeding, and delighted to call him a friend. Happy birthday, John!