He was a very active boy.  He loved to go see the Mexicans after they bought live stock to butcher.  One day he came in and told me look what I have.  In his hands he was holding two goat eyeballs.  I screamed and he threw them on the wall outside.  He told me the next time he would get the horns.  The cats ate the eyeballs.  

He loved camping and I would take him all the time.  I taught him survival off the land.  He loved being out there.  He had such a sense of adventure in him.  He loved fishing and hiking.

He was a very smart boy.  He had a photographic memory which I admired as I was not that good at remembering facts and dates.