MY BEST FRIEND


Proverbs 27:17   as iron sharpens iron, so does one man sharpen another



This is the story about quail hunting with one of the best shots I have ever known.   R.O. Waters had the hands of a giant and a love for the Lord even greater.   He taught many people on Wendwood Drive how to hunt, fish, and love the Lord.   He was one of my best friends when I was growing up.   He died at a young age but died a legend.   He was the great white hunter.


One fall morning, early in the 1980's, R.O. and I were hunting at the George Kendrix farm on Black Creek.   This was our favorite hunting spot.   We were having a very successful quail hunt and having the time of our life.  We had a young setter bird dog named Carol - I named her after my Mom.   We came to a briar thicket when the dogs started pointing.   Carol, my bird dog, was really getting good.   We walked up and the quail got up, however, the birds weren't the only thing in the thicket.  A big buck was coming straight for us; fortunately, we were close to a tree and were able to get behind it.   R.O. shot three times and I think his barrel hit the deer. That is how close the deer was to us.  After R.O. shot the buck, the deer missed us but Carol the bird dog wasn't as lucky.   The deer picked up the dog between his two big horns and broke Carol's neck.   The deer ran about 75 yards and died.   R.O. and I couldn't beieve it and neither could anyone else. 


Robert taught me so much.   He was the one I could always count on for anything.   He taught me about life.   I will never forget R.O.  Robert Waters was the man that sharpened me for life and molded my future.   When I became saved, I knew I would see R.O. again.   We could hunt, fish, and have the time of our lives again.

Claude Howard, III