Id like to think he died doing what he wanted to do, out in the open busting his tail doing what ever needed done. His large Texan heart bearing the brunt of keeping his 64 260 plus pounds going for as long as it could in the summer heat before finally giving up. I know that if had the choice he would have chosen to go in his sleep, but I can tell you that his end is a tribute to his life. He worked hard up until the moment he died. I will miss him greatly. As of this moment his funeral plans are not yet made. I hope that someone thinks of things from his perspective when they plan it. You see, he wouldnt want the lines of crying people. Zip would want a brisket turning over mesquite fire and folks drinking, laughing, and having a good time.You were my brother Zip, when I think of the Sackett boys I think of you. I dont think I will ever be able to sleep in a tent without thinking about the Wild Boar incident. I know I will not forget your laughter at my attempt to emulate Jesus when a Jellyfish landed on my arm. I am still thankful that you didnt use that 5lb sledge on me after I hit that coupling too hard. I hope there is no city of gold and marble that awaits you, but rather fields with White Tail and Pronghorns as far as the eye can see. I hope you have cool streams loaded with trout that lead down to the gulf teaming with Red fish. You worked hard all your life; I hope you enjoy the vacation.