While I lived at Honey Lake Plantation, my best friend and hunting buddy was the late great TK Wetherell. I spent the last several days riding around Honey Lake and at practically every bend in the road something reminded me of him. We hunted, we fished, we prayed, we attended church and Bible study, we laughed, and yes, we cried together . . . https://www.wordsfortheday.com/index.php/2022/03/he-went-first/