I met and got to like a person that died before I ever heard of him. Sounds like the Twilight Zone. I will explain. I went to an farm auction last weekend. The auctioneer was commissioned by the county to re-coup Medicaid money. This guy got put into a nursing home and the state (Missouri) paid the meicaid. While there, he passed away. Now they (the state) want thier (our) money back. This is the only background I know. When I first got there the main focal point was a Dodge pick-up with a bashed in front fender. The license expired in 2006. The tires were sunk in the ground a few inches so I could tell it had been right there for a few years. There was also a Lincoln Town Car sitting beside the house that had been there for quite a long time. No license on it but it was overgrown with weeds and the tires were all flat. This made me believe that the Lincoln haddent been driven in at least ten years. Probably since his wife passed away. The truck haden't been driven since the accident, and was probably why he got put in the nursing home. He just couldn't take care of himself anymore. On his farm, there is a large barn in good shape, several outbuildings that had seen better days, a nice house that we couldn't go in (Sheriff's tape encircling the whole house) and a concrete block workshop about 60' X 100'. Six big flatbed farm trailers were stacked full of his stuff, and a lot of older furniture was lined up in the front yard. An amature radio tower was in the backyard, standing about 75' high. In the barn was a large old Allis Chalmers tractor (110) that was still hooked to a disk and the tires were sunk and flat. Probably had been sitting right there since he had to quit farming. There (in the barn) was an old John Deere combine with a soybean header. The old combine was an open one where the operator sat right over the header right out in the open. It was in really good shape. There was a 10 row planter buried under a bunch of asst stuff, piles of rough sawn lumber neatly stacked and vented, barrels of chemicals and oil, and a lot of accumilated junk. You could tell that nobody had farmed in a long time. Most of the tools and equiptment from the workshop were outside on the trailers but I could still tell where they had been. In it's day the workshop was state of the art. A forge, huge anvil, welder, barrel stove, homemade hydraulic press, Huge air compressor, old metal lathe, floor to ceiling bins full of everything he could possibly need on a farm, and the back half of the workshop was walled off and made into a woodshop. In the woodshop was a lumber stack that would bring tears to a woodworker. Floor to ceiling racks of oak, cedar, walnut, poplar, all in asst lengths and widths. Two table saws, wood lathe, planer, router table, 4' X 10' workbench, and shelves where tools had been. A couple unfinished projects were standing in the corner. One of them was an unfinished walnut gunstock for a Kentucky rifle. Outside on the flatbeds were his tools. Most were old but in good shape. They were good tools that were used a lot. Some of his wood chisels had been sharpened so many time they were getting really short (but sharp). Hammers of every size, wrenches (no Japan crap) from 1/4" up to 3 1/2", socket sets 1/4", 1/2", and 3/4" drives, impact sockets, 3' pipe wrenches, hand planes both wooden and steel, and power tools out the ying yang. There were two types of power hand tools. Really good well used ones, and new or practically new WalMart christmas present type ones. He didn't use them. I couldn't think of any tool he didn't have that he needed. Then I started looking at the furniture. An oak round pedastle type dinning room table with 6 chairs. This table and all six chairs had his initials inlaid in walnut. Beautiful. He made them. End tables, coffee table, walnut dresser, walnut head and foot board, all made by him, and all perfect - well used but perfect. I didn't see any fishing gear at all, but he was definitely a hunter. A 410. / 22. over-under, couple shotguns, and a lever action winchester rifle. All old and well used but in really good shape. A lot of duck and goose decoys that had been well cared for but also well used. I never met him, only found out his name from the auction flyer, have no idea what he looked like, but I spent a day with him and his passions. I like him. I wish I had met him in person. My loss. ps. The dining room table and chairs sold for more than his truck and Lincoln combined. Kinda proud of that.