After grabbing our gear we hopped over the gate and took off towrd the top through a standing cornfield. Just breaking out of the field I pulled up to take a breather. Hearing rustling coming from the corn I turned not knowing what was going to pop out. Turns out it was another hunter carrying a bow fully dressed in camo and the sweat was pouring off him. He was out of breath from chasing us through the corn so I had time for answers if there were questions. I was a little shocked to see someone and second I sensed this someone was going to give me some crap for being on the posted land. I was just about to introduce myself and then Glenn when he took a deep breath and blurted out "do you guys have permission to hunt this land?" 

 Without hesitation I said "buddy, my names Marshall Ogert and I own White Creek so you tell me, do you have permission because I don't recall you asking?" His angry face broke out into a smile and he said, "I guess I don't?"  I smiled back and said "No problem there's plenty of room for all of us.  We're headed up here in the pines to hunt along the fence line, where are you headed?" He looked at me with a few wrinkles on his forehead and said "my stand is right there in the edge of the pines, but I'll move it" I said,  "No need to move, we'll just go farther up the fence line" I took a step toward him and said, "Who did you say you were?" He said "I'm the caretakers Brother-in-law" I pretended like that was greek to me, but I was thinking this guy has permission to hunt the land so he by all rights should have the honey hole. Problem was this guy wasn't having any part of that and kept insisting on moving his stand. 

Picture poor Glenn, he has know idea who Marshall really is as it was our second time we had met and it was our first time Deer hunting together. Poor Glenn, he doesn't have a license, we're both standing in full camo holding bows and I'm argueing with the caretaker's Brother-in-law. Glenn's just standing there with his mouth wide open like he was just kicked in the nads and I'm wasting our hunting time arguing with some knott head that I've never seen before. It was hot and I was losing valuble time so I stuck my chest out took a step closer to the dude and said "buddy, just get in your stand and we'll move further along!" The guy smiled and said "Nope, remember you own White Creek, I'll move my stand" I laughed and said "Oh yah, I forgot that part"

I knew from that moment on Glenn was going to be a part of the White Creek Gang, a true Cricker as we often call ourselves. Like we all will, I'm sure going to miss my buddy Glenn. He was one of a kind, had a heart of gold and had great appreciation for everything in life.