Dan was my cousin and I remember fondly visiting the Bishop farm and all those brothers. Donna, their sister always took up for me with them! Me, the city slicker, was always learning something new about the farm life...like the time I learned to hunt snipe with a flashlight with the brothers snickering. I will remember Dan as the cowboy who always had a grin and a joke for everyone, and for always looking out for my mom when the rest of us were far away. Thanks for the memories, Dan. You will be missed.
