1,500 Miles of open road Solo hauling back what was dear to our parted patriarch Montana Joe. Listening to the mighty roar of his 7.3 diesel within every shift made it clear I wasn't riding alone. In the camper Iie maps of all the territories he had shared with it. The memories he had inside this jayco quietly observing topographs of his next day hunt or thinking about his family while looking at their photos late at night. He too solo on the road just being the outdoorsman the good lord made him to be. The boats pulled behind have floated water masses all throughout the country from the smallest of the Kish to the mighty Missouri and they'll too remember Joes every cast. Oh the memories this outfit carries and the idea that I now will be a part of carrying the torch is humbling. I'm gonna give it all I got though like Joe did.