Every step I take I move my truth every time they tell me stop by you every comment hate that makes my feel gather up my energy and boom I had them talking saying the way that I move it so reckless that is a part of my mind I've been blessed with giving my blood so I am relentless

All right. This is a Keep Hammering Collective and again a solo podcast

Today's topic is going to be the legend of Roy Roth. For those that know my story, my story, there would be no story if it wasn't for Roy.

I'll give a little background. Roy Roth and I grew up in this same small town here about

20 miles from where I live now and Marcola Oregon we went to Mohawk High School.

My class had 24 kids in it.

His class was the year ahead of me.

He was two years older than me, or two years in school no two years older and age but one year in

school I started school very young so he was two years older but I graduated in 85, he graduated in 84. For Roy, he was a good athlete, you know, as those who might not know he was a big dude, a beast. And but very athletic He played football,

baseball, really good at baseball, third base, quick hands,

could get the ball out of his mitt and over to first base quickly.

Great hand-eye coordination.

We'd go fishing, me him, Donnie Manila,

would, you know, we fish for Native cutthroat there

in Mill Creek, and basically with those fish they're smart

you get basically one cast in a hole and

if there's a big fish in there,

it'll hit if you don't show yourself,

if you sneak up, if you flick it in

and there's no splashing or anything like that.

So we would race from hole to hole wading up the creek but you had to be, you had to almost

stalk the holes too because as I said those fish are smart.

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