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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 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. 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. Remove the x for e-mail reply 1996 HD Sportster 1200S. N9JBF. Bass fishing Aficionado! www.outdoorfrontiers.com www.SecretWeaponLures.com A proud charter member of "PETAF", People for Eating Tasty Animals and Fish!!! |
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"Olebiker" wrote in news:1166553868.905657.89340
@n67g2000cwd.googlegroups.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. Sorry to hear it. Those kind of memories won't fade. Thanks for sharing that one with us. -- Scott Reverse name to reply |
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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. snip ---------------- 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 |
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. Please accept my condolences on your loss and thanks for the wonderful story. Your dad will always live in your heart. -- Ken Fortenberry |
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Yes, Olebiker, as others have said, remember all the good times and good
things that you did with your father. He will live forever in your memories. Always remember that we will see our loved ones again, so it's not the end. I wish you and your family the best, and am sorry for your loss. Doug "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
Carlos wrote: 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. Let me tell you one more fishing story about Dad. A few years ago one of his grandsons got Dad to fish in a crappie tournament with him. Lo and behold, Dad and David won the tournament. First prize was $250. Since the tournament was a fund raiser for a YMCA charity, Dad and David just signed the check over to the charity right there at the awards ceremony. On the way home Dad expressed concern that returning the money in such a public manner might have come off as a little bit showy. When he got home he called the organizer and apologized if his action seemed a little crass. "Oh no," the organizer said, "it shamed all the other money winners into doing the same thing." Dad went on to win the tournament the next two years and returned his winnings to the charity each time. I'm sure gonna miss the old fart. |
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Well, you got me to drop a tear on my keyboard!
Remember & cherish the good times bro, & my condolences. Warren http://www.warrenwolk.com "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. |
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Olebiker wrote:
On the way home Dad expressed concern that returning the money in such a public manner might have come off as a little bit showy. Your dad, is now, without a doubt, with the Lord, he did things because it was the right thing to do, not for any reward, here, or even in Heaven. Let us all remember these deeds, and try to follow his example, a "great" man has passed to the ultimate reward. This story did bring tears to my eyes, thank you so much for sharing it. Nothing, any one can say, can help your grief at this time, but in time it will fade, and you will only remember the "life" of your father, and it will bring joy to your heart, every time you think of him, and not the sorrow you are now feeling. -- Rodney Long, Inventor of the Mojo SpecTastic "WIGGLE" rig, SpecTastic Thread, Nutri Shield insect repellent. ,Stand Out Hooks ,Stand Out Lures, Mojo's Rock Hopper & Rig Saver weights, and the EZKnot http://www.ezknot.com |
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And the best times he ever had were probably with his son on the water. Our
condolences on your loss. We're sure he's nearby keeping an eye on those He loves most. -- God Bless America Josh The Bad Bear |
Lost my fishing buddy
My deepest condolences also to you in this time of grief.
My Dad was my fishing buddy also. Yesterday and today I spent time with my grandsons telling them about some of Dad's fish stories. As these boys laughed and enjoyed the tales the memories made me teary eyed just like reading about your dad's stories did. Best wishes. John "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
John wrote:
My deepest condolences also to you in this time of grief. My Dad was my fishing buddy also. Yesterday and today I spent time with my grandsons telling them about some of Dad's fish stories. As these boys laughed and enjoyed the tales the memories made me teary eyed just like reading about your dad's stories did. Best wishes. John "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'm sorry for your loss, my father just passed away, five days before Christmas. My Dad never understood why his two son's loved Northeast offshore canyon fishing, he was an inshore guy and never wanted to go along, he just didn't understand what we liked about it. That was until he came along on a trip several years ago. We headed off to Block Canyon for an overnight trip. I was in the tower when I spotted a Blue Marlin on the surface, we were trolling. I let everyone know as I steered the boat in the direction of the fish, when my friend on the bridge spotted the fish I climbed down. I pointed the fish out to my Dad as we passed, we were no more than 20 feet away, the fish grabbed one of the lures and took off with it, my Dad was shocked when the fish began jumping so close to the boat, he had never seen anything like this in his life. We lost the fish but my Dad kept talking about it, he was like a young kid again. Later that night he got to see my brother, his youngest son, fight the largest Bigeye tuna I have ever seen, only to see the fish lost at the stern due to a blown gaff after a fight that lasted over an hour on a stand up fifty. He saw schools of Squid, Sharks and Mahi Mahi swim around the boat all night, he never imagined their could be so much life out there. He never slept during the trip, I think he was afraid he'd miss something. We caught our share of Tuna and Mahi Mahi that night and headed back the next morning, Dad was still yacking away, he'd just never experianced anything like this in his life. Dad talked about that trip for years, he never again asked what we liked about Canyon fishing. I think Dad wished he'd tried it sooner, when he was younger, he could have had a lot more great times with his son's. So when I feel bad about our loss, I think about that trip, the look on Dad's face, the great time we had. Let's hope their's an after life, and the fishing's as good, I look forward to seeing that look on Dad's face again. John |
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