Hard to know where to start.  Attending church at Newry Lutheran where his future brother-in-law was the pastor...and spending many happy times at the parsonage.  Hunting and fishing together at his childhood home and his Uncle Duane's farm in Blue Knob gave so many memories that it would take hours to tell!  His apartment roomates at Penn State were an eclectic group of guys that threw the best parties.  We were even able to go hunting and fishing with some of them...and had some great times afield.

After college and working together at Shaw Packing in Newry sent him on his way to his lifelong profession as a meat inspector.  I imagine that he used some of our experiences as workers to sniff out violations as his role of inspector!  Then on to Pocomoc City to begin his career and start a family (after many a trip back to Grassflat).  Having a commercial crabber give us a load of Maryland blue crabs when we were out 'crabbing', but not having much luck, provided a feast fit for a king.

Relocating to McAlisterville brought him closer to his roots and landed him into an area that fit him so well, lots of hunting and fishing opportunities and great friends and neighbors that he talked about and loved immensely.  It also allowed him to be close enough to decide to purchase a plot of land and put in a camp in God's Country (otherwise known as Potter County).  His first encounter with Barney Bear is one memory that I'm sure he and I have always remembered.  But it was only one of the imeasurable number of treasured memories that were made there.

Raising his sons brought him enormous pleasure and pride.  He loved to tell me about all of their activities, accomplishments, and yes, sometimes missteps.  As they grew up and moved on to having their own lves and families, the light in his eyes when updating me on their busy lives would always shine brightly.  Many of those conversations were over a cold lager (one, or two I am drinking now in his memory).  Writing this makes me reminisce about Joe and Catheanne's and Kris and Kristen's weddings and receptions...again, more wonderful memories.

He and Renee had so many happy years together.  When he told me that he would give up hunting on the first day of buck season if she asked (which, of course she would never have done), I knew that they were meant to be together.  I can't even imagine how he felt when she passed away.  So many memories, so many happy times.

I was happy to hear him tell me that he had found love again.  One of my regrets is that I did not get to know Anita.  She must be a special lady for Bryce to have married (and to put up with him!).  Thank you for our conversation just before his passing.

Bryce touched so many lives that I can't even begin to count.  There are so many people that I have met through him and that meant so much to him.  And so many more that meant so much to him that I never met but that he talked about affectionately.

All in all a life ending too soon but a life well-lived.