He was the only one that would always take a catfish off my hook without complaining about it.

So sorry Scott! He and I had some funny times. I remember explicitly he and i winning a dance contest. I’m sure you don’t remember that but your mom and I sure do. He use to like to pick on me a lot I think he enjoyed the fact that I picked back. Love you Scott and Jacky. Always Always

I am donating this tree in memory of my brother Bud for his love of outdoors. His best time was when he was hunting or fishing on Yellow River! We will miss you and you will be in my heart forever!
Patricia Carol Countryman

A Memorial Tree was ordered in memory of William "Bud" Roseberry by Patricia Carol Countryman.  Plant a Tree

Pam
There are hundreds of stories I could tell about Bud and many of them were on Yellow River. There are two that come to mind immediately. He wanted to go fishing , but we didn't have any license. Hazel said that's okay, I haven't seen a game warden on that river in 50 years. Needless to say, we went fishing. There was one of Bud's friends with us and I can't remember who else. Bud and the friend had walked out of my sight fishing in another spot when all of a sudden, I looked up and the game warden was on the other side of the river. He wanted to know how we got to the spot we were at ( we had walked across a pipe ). I turned around to see if Bud was going to come rescue me but he was nowhere to be found. A little while later, he and the friend returned- with both of us a fishing license.
My Granny loved to fish almost as much as Bud, so we had took her fishing on the river. This time it was Bud on the other side of the river. He was walking along the edge and all of a sudden, he slipped in. All you could see was Bud's hat floating down the river. Granny was yelling Bud, Bud, where are you Bud? I was standing there laughing like crazy. I saw what Granny didn't . Bud was thinking SNAKE when he hit the water. He had jumped out of the river faster than he fell in.

Much like you Uncle Bud, I've never been good at  sharing  my emotions and feelings out loud.  It's always been so much easier to write them down, and what better place to tell you than on your tribute wall.  As I grew up I started to notice and pay more attention to the difficult complex man that you were, but as a child I only knew the silly fun loving uncle that would play with us kids at family gatherings... heck you were just a big kid yourself at heart!  You never let the fact that I was a girl stop you from teaching me how to fish and to love baseball,  You let this girl tag along with my 2 cousins and little brother to wrestling matches and hunting.  It's safe to say that you were the reason that I grew up being a "tomboy" and usually considered "one of the guys" in my middleschool and high-school years.  To this day I still enjoy fishing, though I have never been any good at it, and still have a love for baseball... Go Braves!  I'm not sure why you pulled away from everyone the way you did, sometimes I wondered if you knew just how much you were loved by all of us.  I regret never taking the opportunity to tell you just how much I enjoyed our time together and how much I loved you.  I will forever remember you as that silly fun loving uncle, and will always cherish the memories I have.  It brings me comfort knowing you are with Mawmaw,  Meme, and Pappy.  Rest in Peace Uncle Bud, I love you.