I was afraid it was the end when Jack didn't show up for his class in Tishomingo. He had called me just a couple weeks before to talk about how excited he was to once again be passing on some of his vast knowledge to a new group of students. The week I spent with him in North Carolina several years ago taught me more about double gun work than I could have learned in a lifetime of trial and error. Always generous with his wit and insights, Jack's passing leaves a huge void in my professional calendar. I only wish I could have spent a day on the bank with him angling for his beloved carp.
