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I learned to play golf on a little nine-holer just a row of cottages off of Lake Simcoe in the late 60's and early70's.

The Hunter brothers (Geoff & Bryce) were easily the best players at our club and Bryce, because that is the type of person he was, always took a special interest in the state of my play even though he was more than a decade my senior. I think we played maybe one round together yet he had such an influence on me.

An influence even though we ran into each other only a few times each summer. On those occasions we’d instantly spark up a familiar lively repartee like long-time contemporary friends. Every Labour Day we’d meet for the final time of the year, on the Golf Club’s prize day, and I'd eagerly ask how things had gone in the Club Championship at his true home course in Toronto. Bryce, who was desperate to win this prize just once. Each summer's end he would recount how close he had come, but alas no cigar.

The last full summer I spent at our family cottage his answer was finally a triumphant "Billy I won" I have to say it would have been difficult for those present to determine which of us grinned more broadly.

Our paths have crossed only once or twice since that day forty years ago but I’ve certainly thought of him while hitting the little white ball. Henceforth that recollection will be filled with more than a tinge of sadness because just yesterday I found out Bryce was gone.

Keep hitting fairways and greens up there my summertime friend, hero and role model you will not be forgotten.