Lost my fishing buddy
 

Let me see if I can type this without the tears shorting out the
keyboard. My Dad passed away last week at 82. He was buried with his
fishing license in his pocket along with his buckeye.

The best times I ever spent with my Dad were fishing. One morning, in
particular, stands out. It was shortly after daylight and we were in a
quiet bay on Taylorsville Lake in Kentucky. There was a light mist
coming off the water and almost no breeze. A beagle hound was running
a rabbit on a hill covered in broom sedge just above us. Dad caught
about a 2 1/2 pound bass on a spinnerbait, unhooked it, and dropped it
back in the water. He turned around, grinned at me and said, "I wonder
what Jesus is doing with the boys He DOESN'T love this morning."

The theology may not be the best but the sentiment certainly was right
on.

Lost my fishing buddy
 

"Olebiker" wrote in message
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Let me see if I can type this without the tears shorting out the
keyboard. My Dad passed away last week at 82. He was buried with his
fishing license in his pocket along with his buckeye.

The best times I ever spent with my Dad were fishing. One morning, in
particular, stands out. It was shortly after daylight and we were in a
quiet bay on Taylorsville Lake in Kentucky. There was a light mist
coming off the water and almost no breeze. A beagle hound was running
a rabbit on a hill covered in broom sedge just above us. Dad caught
about a 2 1/2 pound bass on a spinnerbait, unhooked it, and dropped it
back in the water. He turned around, grinned at me and said, "I wonder
what Jesus is doing with the boys He DOESN'T love this morning."

The theology may not be the best but the sentiment certainly was right
on.


My condolences. Very nice story. But you will have a lot of nice memories
to look back on.

Lost my fishing buddy
 

On 19 Dec 2006 10:44:28 -0800, "Olebiker" wrote:

Let me see if I can type this without the tears shorting out the
keyboard. My Dad passed away last week at 82. He was buried with his
fishing license in his pocket along with his buckeye.

The best times I ever spent with my Dad were fishing. One morning, in
particular, stands out. It was shortly after daylight and we were in a
quiet bay on Taylorsville Lake in Kentucky. There was a light mist
coming off the water and almost no breeze. A beagle hound was running
a rabbit on a hill covered in broom sedge just above us. Dad caught
about a 2 1/2 pound bass on a spinnerbait, unhooked it, and dropped it
back in the water. He turned around, grinned at me and said, "I wonder
what Jesus is doing with the boys He DOESN'T love this morning."

The theology may not be the best but the sentiment certainly was right
on.


You have my deepest condolences on the loss of your father.
Keep his memory alive in your heart.



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Lost my fishing buddy
 

"Olebiker" wrote in news:1166553868.905657.89340
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Let me see if I can type this without the tears shorting out the
keyboard. My Dad passed away last week at 82. He was buried with his
fishing license in his pocket along with his buckeye.

The best times I ever spent with my Dad were fishing. One morning, in
particular, stands out. It was shortly after daylight and we were in a
quiet bay on Taylorsville Lake in Kentucky. There was a light mist
coming off the water and almost no breeze. A beagle hound was running
a rabbit on a hill covered in broom sedge just above us. Dad caught
about a 2 1/2 pound bass on a spinnerbait, unhooked it, and dropped it
back in the water. He turned around, grinned at me and said, "I wonder
what Jesus is doing with the boys He DOESN'T love this morning."

The theology may not be the best but the sentiment certainly was right
on.


Sorry to hear it. Those kind of memories won't fade. Thanks for sharing
that one with us.

--
Scott
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Lost my fishing buddy
 

Lost my fishing buddy

Group: rec.outdoors.fishing.bass Date: Tue, Dec 19, 2006, 10:44am
(CST-2) From: (Olebiker)
Let me see if I can type this without the tears shorting out the
keyboard. My Dad passed away last week at 82. He was buried with his
fishing license in his pocket along with his buckeye.
The best times I ever spent with my Dad were fishing. One morning, in
particular, stands out. It was shortly after daylight and we were in a
quiet bay on Taylorsville Lake in Kentucky. There was a light mist
coming off the water and almost no breeze. A beagle hound was running a
rabbit on a hill covered in broom sedge just above us. Dad caught about
a 2 1/2 pound bass on a spinnerbait, unhooked it, and dropped it back in
the water. He turned around, grinned at me and said, "I wonder what
Jesus is doing with the boys He DOESN'T love this morning."
The theology may not be the best but the sentiment certainly was right
on.
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I lost my dad a few years ago...it's a hard thing to accept. I am deeply
sorry for your loss! I once heard it is not the dates on the stone that
mean anything...it's the dash between them, how we live our "dash" is
what's important. It sounds like your dad lived his "dash" well!!!!!

John K

Lost my fishing buddy
 

"Olebiker" wrote in message
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May wonderful memories and hope of a brighter future to come comfort you in
your loss.

Joe

Lost my fishing buddy
 

Sorry to hear of your loss. May the wonderful everlasting memories
strengthen you and your family through this time.
"Olebiker" wrote in message
ups.com...
Let me see if I can type this without the tears shorting out the
keyboard. My Dad passed away last week at 82. He was buried with his
fishing license in his pocket along with his buckeye.

The best times I ever spent with my Dad were fishing. One morning, in
particular, stands out. It was shortly after daylight and we were in a
quiet bay on Taylorsville Lake in Kentucky. There was a light mist
coming off the water and almost no breeze. A beagle hound was running
a rabbit on a hill covered in broom sedge just above us. Dad caught
about a 2 1/2 pound bass on a spinnerbait, unhooked it, and dropped it
back in the water. He turned around, grinned at me and said, "I wonder
what Jesus is doing with the boys He DOESN'T love this morning."

The theology may not be the best but the sentiment certainly was right
on.

Lost my fishing buddy
 

"Olebiker" wrote in message
ups.com...
Let me see if I can type this without the tears shorting out the
keyboard. My Dad passed away last week at 82. He was buried with his
fishing license in his pocket along with his buckeye.

The best times I ever spent with my Dad were fishing. One morning, in
particular, stands out. It was shortly after daylight and we were in a
quiet bay on Taylorsville Lake in Kentucky. There was a light mist
coming off the water and almost no breeze. A beagle hound was running
a rabbit on a hill covered in broom sedge just above us. Dad caught
about a 2 1/2 pound bass on a spinnerbait, unhooked it, and dropped it
back in the water. He turned around, grinned at me and said, "I wonder
what Jesus is doing with the boys He DOESN'T love this morning."

The theology may not be the best but the sentiment certainly was right
on.

I grieve with you, having lost my father as well. Don't dwell on the loss,
but remember all the good times. It isn't easy, but is all you can do.
Should you ever want to swap "Dad Stories", feel free to contact me. We can
smile a little and share memories.
--
Steve @ OutdoorFrontiers
http://www.outdoorfrontiers.com
G & S Guide Service and Custom Rods
http://www.herefishyfishy.com

Lost my fishing buddy
 

Condolences on the loss of your dad. It's been almost 40 years since
mine passed, and I still miss him.

Lost my fishing buddy
 

Olebiker wrote:
Let me see if I can type this without the tears shorting out the
keyboard. My Dad passed away last week at 82. He was buried with his
fishing license in his pocket along with his buckeye.

The best times I ever spent with my Dad were fishing. One morning, in
particular, stands out. It was shortly after daylight and we were in a
quiet bay on Taylorsville Lake in Kentucky. There was a light mist
coming off the water and almost no breeze. A beagle hound was running
a rabbit on a hill covered in broom sedge just above us. Dad caught
about a 2 1/2 pound bass on a spinnerbait, unhooked it, and dropped it
back in the water. He turned around, grinned at me and said, "I wonder
what Jesus is doing with the boys He DOESN'T love this morning."

The theology may not be the best but the sentiment certainly was right
on.



Sorry for your loss. Write about the good times. Tell stories to the
family and friends. In those stories he will live on and not be forgotten.

Carlos