I was telling Kevin that I would be over on his lake ice fishing one evening and asked if he was up for a visit. He walked out and we talked for about an hour while trying to catch some walleye. He was about to head back to his house when he turned around and handed me a package, with orders not to open until I was home. It was my first Randall. I sure miss my talks with the big ox. Before he died he wanted me to have this 19 in my collection so I picked it up from his wife. It's still one of my favorite Randalls and always brings back good memories.