You do know he was a real live cowboy, right? He even rodeo'd professionally for a short while.
I loved that guy. We both came from the same kind of small redneck towns.
I met him at Hueco Tanks just when everybody from El Paso was starting to hate on him for his sport climber tactics. I didn't really dig the tactics, but you couldn't spend any time with him and not end up loving him.
Yup! We spent some time at the Tower together in the late 80's. We met because one morning, Tower local Carl Coy took my partner and I up the Direct Southwest(5.11b), hoping that us Eldorado Canyon climbers would get our butts spanked trying to climb a crack. What Carl didn't know was that my partner and I cut our teeth in Yosemite. We both floated the route without any problems.
When we got down to the parking lot, Todd came up to me and asked, "are you the guy with the white painters pants who just did Direct Southwest? Man. You were styling!"
I have to agree with Nick D. I didn't like some of the things Todd did, but he was a hell of a nice guy. Todd opened his house in Lander to climbers, sport or trad, beginner or cutting edge. I spent many a winter night crashed in the gym at Todd's in the early days of development at Sinks canyon.
I knew Todd well out at Hueco in the early 80's. His enthusiasm was so infectious! He was always ready to loan out gear if you needed it, and was genuinely excited about other's successes, no matter how modest. I saw him for the last time the year he died, as I was passing through Lander on my way to the Tetons. I was standing in the McDonalds parking lot and he recognized me as he drove by. He turned around and we caught up for awhile. I still miss his grin and that laugh.