Smokey loved a good forest fire. He taught fire school and used fire as a management tool on his forest. It was nothing to come home and see Smokey surrounded by smoke. He love a good fire. He had a fire pit down by the lake, and many cold nights we sat around the fire pit, had dinner and treasured conversations. Smokey was a good story teller and told funny jokes. These stories and jokes were bigger than life around the smoke pit.
I miss you Big Smoke. Smoke circles in the sky.




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