He'd call on me to hunt mushrooms, and I'd call on him to get me out of a ditch; he may have dealt with more "get Amy out of a ditch" situations than mushrooms that he ever found in the woods over the years.  I've known Rick since when he was shorter than me (that's a long time).  Prayers and love to the family; there are no words to soothe the loss; but cherish the memories, the good times, and how much better life has been, because Rick was part of it.  . . . God bless . . .