I had two paralyzing fears growing up. One was that Roger Staubach would retire, and the other was that I might lose a limb to the sixpenny jaws of a gator gar. I had to face that first one in 1980, but I was able to put off the other until just last week, when I met up with Walt in a muddy river bottom north of Caddo Lake. Turns out the fear was mutual.