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Hi Barry:
I'm new to the internet and splashing around without a "net". Seeking to price and sell my late husband's prized gear. You made me cry. Seems all fly fishermen are nice folk. Dont know how I got into this newsgroup and am sure I will never find it again so be consoled by the knowledge that your dad survived and enjoyed his long life. My Bill died in 1991 at 62 and that was shattering. I am now 72. Best wishes to you and your brother and families. From: "Barry" Subject: In Memorium... Date: June 6, 2004 8:05 PM Today, at 8:15 a.m., my father, Ron Brown, died at 85 years of age in my arms after a lengthy battle with congestive heart failure. I post this so that those of you who have had the chance to fish with him or know him, will be aware. My dad moved to Eureka, CA after WWII expressly for the fly fishing opportunities that he found here. Fly fishing was his passion and he quickly adopted the Eel River as "his river". My brother and I, both raised with fly rods in our hands, spent many hours fishing with my dad and his friends. My dad fished with the likes of C.Jim Prey, Lloyd Sylvius and others who plied their skills on the fish of the Pacific Northcoast. Aside from being an honest, hard working man, my father passed along to his two sons the love of fly fishing. His ashes will be scattered in his favorite stream and I will use his favorite fly rod to throw a long line into the waters. We will miss his wit, charm and love but the lessons he taught all who knew him will live on. For those who did not know my father, please treasure those moments with your own dad for time passes so very quickly. His loving son Barry |
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"SJinny1" wrote in message . .. Hi Barry: I'm new to the internet and splashing around without a "net". Seeking to price and sell my late husband's prized gear. You made me cry. Seems all fly fishermen are nice folk. Dont know how I got into this newsgroup and am sure I will never find it again so be consoled by the knowledge that your dad survived and enjoyed his long life. My Bill died in 1991 at 62 and that was shattering. I am now 72. Best wishes to you and your brother and families. Hi Jinny: Nah, all flyfisherman aren't really so nice, at least not on the internet. You apparently haven't met our friends Forty or Wolfie. But in real life, flyfishermen can be some of the biggest-hearted folks I've ever met. If you are looking to price and sell some of your late husband's gear, there are a couple of ways to go about it. One way would be to list it on Ebay, or have a friend help you do that. Another would for you to tell us what you have, let several knowledgeable folks here discuss the value online, and then anyone interested in buying could email you directly and arrange the details. The problem is that gear isn't always so easy to describe unless you are familar with the details. You might not be able to tell the weight of the rod, the condition of the reels, or the quality or type of line, etc. You will almost certainly have to find someone who is a fly fisherman and have them look at the gear for you. But in the meantime, we can tell you a bit about it, if you want to tell us what you have. Just give all the information you can; anything that's written on the rods, the cases, the nets, the vest, etc. We might be able to give you a general idea, but you should certainly follow it up with a visit to a fly shop for more detailed estimates. Good luck, and why haven't you considered taking up flyfishing at 72? :-) --riverman |
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"riverman" wrote in message ... "SJinny1" wrote in message . .. Hi Barry: I'm new to the internet and splashing around without a "net". Seeking to price and sell my late husband's prized gear. You made me cry. Seems all fly fishermen are nice folk. Dont know how I got into this newsgroup and am sure I will never find it again so be consoled by the knowledge that your dad survived and enjoyed his long life. My Bill died in 1991 at 62 and that was shattering. I am now 72. Best wishes to you and your brother and families. Hi Jinny: Nah, all flyfisherman aren't really so nice, at least not on the internet. You apparently haven't met our friends Forty or Wolfie. But in real life, flyfishermen can be some of the biggest-hearted folks I've ever met. Jinny; Sounds like your Bill is still with you. Keep him there. Assuming you have found your way back here, I apologize on my own behalf and for anyone else who may be interested for the fact that you've been introduced to our own little internal squabbles for God knows what reason. Wolfgang |
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"Wolfgang" wrote in message ... "riverman" wrote in message ... "SJinny1" wrote in message . .. Hi Barry: I'm new to the internet and splashing around without a "net". Seeking to price and sell my late husband's prized gear. You made me cry. Seems all fly fishermen are nice folk. Dont know how I got into this newsgroup and am sure I will never find it again so be consoled by the knowledge that your dad survived and enjoyed his long life. My Bill died in 1991 at 62 and that was shattering. I am now 72. Best wishes to you and your brother and families. Hi Jinny: Nah, all flyfisherman aren't really so nice, at least not on the internet. You apparently haven't met our friends Forty or Wolfie. But in real life, flyfishermen can be some of the biggest-hearted folks I've ever met. Jinny; Sounds like your Bill is still with you. Keep him there. Assuming you have found your way back here, I apologize on my own behalf and for anyone else who may be interested for the fact that you've been introduced to our own little internal squabbles for God knows what reason. Wolfgang see, it's little insights like this that reinforce my belief that you are the way i know you to be in real life. and the same can be said for others, doncha know. yfitons wayno |
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"riverman" wrote: Hi Jinny: Nah, all flyfisherman aren't really so nice, at least not on the internet. You apparently haven't met our friends Forty or Wolfie. Why are they such assholes?? Someone must of raped them when they were kids to make them such ****ed up people. |
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"Deggie "LiesAlot-JustLikeMyIdol" Jackson" wrote in message ... In article , "riverman" wrote: Hi Jinny: Nah, all flyfisherman aren't really so nice, at least not on the internet. You apparently haven't met our friends Forty or Wolfie. Why are they such assholes?? Someone must of raped them when they were kids to make them such ****ed up people. well, i don't know about wolfgang's situation; but according to eyewitnesses, the entire affair in forty's case was definitely consensual. hth wayno |
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"Warren" wrote... wrote... "Deggie wrote... "riverman" wrote: Hi Jinny: Nah, all flyfisherman aren't really so nice, at least not on the internet. You apparently haven't met our friends Forty or Wolfie. Why are they such assholes?? Someone must of raped them when they were kids to make them such ****ed up people. well, i don't know about wolfgang's situation; but according to eyewitnesses, the entire affair in forty's case was definitely consensual. What's really sad is that the cycle continues..... ROFF reaps what it sows. :-( Deggie, I'll speak up for riverman (whom I have never met) and Ken whom I have met. They are both damn good people IMO. I won't speak for Wolfgang because I am biased, but I wouldn't argue with someone who claimed he had at least one redeeming quality. Jeff Miller wouldn't steer me wrong and that's all I have to go by, but that's enough for me. ROFF is a battlefield and you just have to avoid the mines to get to the good ****. When you're scraping it off your shoes, how can you tell the good from the bad? :) -- TL, Tim (Answer: It's all good.) ------------------------ http://css.sbcma.com/timj |
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"Warren" wrote in message ... wrote... "Deggie "LiesAlot-JustLikeMyIdol" Jackson" wrote in message ... In article , "riverman" wrote: Hi Jinny: Nah, all flyfisherman aren't really so nice, at least not on the internet. You apparently haven't met our friends Forty or Wolfie. Why are they such assholes?? Someone must of raped them when they were kids to make them such ****ed up people. well, i don't know about wolfgang's situation; but according to eyewitnesses, the entire affair in forty's case was definitely consensual. hth wayno What's really sad is that the cycle continues..... ROFF reaps what it sows. :-( Deggie, I'll speak up for riverman (whom I have never met) and Ken whom I have met. They are both damn good people IMO. I won't speak for Wolfgang because I am biased, but I wouldn't argue with someone who claimed he had at least one redeeming quality. Jeff Miller wouldn't steer me wrong and that's all I have to go by, but that's enough for me. ROFF is a battlefield and you just have to avoid the mines to get to the good ****. BANG! Dang, lost another foot! :( Wolfgang who, had anyone asked, would have guessed a mine field instructor who teaches by demonstrating exactly what NOT to do would have had a much shorter career, and who is tempted to say, "nice work, deggie", but then, it ain't exactly a demanding job, is it? |
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Tim J. wrote: ROFF is a battlefield and you just have to avoid the mines to get to the good ****. When you're scraping it off your shoes, how can you tell the good from the bad? :) the good scrapes off easily and doesn't smell or linger... the bad, well, you'll know it sure enough... jeff |
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Hi Jenny,
I may not know your Bill. But I know of Barry's father. He fly fished with a group of great guys on the Eel, Klamath, Mad, Trinity and Smith rivers in Northern California and passed on a wealth of knowledge and a sense of conservation of the natural resource for future generations. Although I never met Ron Brown I heard of him and his fly fishing buddies. If you get a chance to go to the library, check out "Steelhead Fly Fishing" by Trey Combs. In his book he describes the pioneering work done by Jim Prey, Lloyd Sylvius and others which included Barry's Dad, Ron Brown. And Jenny they passed it on to the younger generation. So I bet your Bill passed it on also. Fly Fishermen are that way. Best wishes. John "SJinny1" wrote in message . .. Hi Barry: I'm new to the internet and splashing around without a "net". Seeking to price and sell my late husband's prized gear. You made me cry. Seems all fly fishermen are nice folk. Dont know how I got into this newsgroup and am sure I will never find it again so be consoled by the knowledge that your dad survived and enjoyed his long life. My Bill died in 1991 at 62 and that was shattering. I am now 72. Best wishes to you and your brother and families. From: "Barry" Subject: In Memorium... Date: June 6, 2004 8:05 PM Today, at 8:15 a.m., my father, Ron Brown, died at 85 years of age in my arms after a lengthy battle with congestive heart failure. I post this so that those of you who have had the chance to fish with him or know him, will be aware. My dad moved to Eureka, CA after WWII expressly for the fly fishing opportunities that he found here. Fly fishing was his passion and he quickly adopted the Eel River as "his river". My brother and I, both raised with fly rods in our hands, spent many hours fishing with my dad and his friends. My dad fished with the likes of C.Jim Prey, Lloyd Sylvius and others who plied their skills on the fish of the Pacific Northcoast. Aside from being an honest, hard working man, my father passed along to his two sons the love of fly fishing. His ashes will be scattered in his favorite stream and I will use his favorite fly rod to throw a long line into the waters. We will miss his wit, charm and love but the lessons he taught all who knew him will live on. For those who did not know my father, please treasure those moments with your own dad for time passes so very quickly. His loving son Barry |
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John...
Thank you for the nice words about my dad's generation. Sometimes we (and I include myself) lose sight of what is most important. For anyone who ever watched "A River Runs Through It" or read the book, that was how my brother and I were raised. My dad, while far from being a minister, none-the-less taught us a lot about life through fly fishing. There are parallels if you look for them. I can still remember my visits to Lloyd Sylvius' fly shop on Harris Street in Eureka. He and my dad would talk for hours about fly line tapers (Lloyd was way ahead of the industry in terms of building compound tapers) and sometimes embellished fish stories. My dad was devastated by what was done to "his river", the Eel River. It will never be the river that he once fished...but then again, there are few that have not been hammered ecologically by man. I now live on the banks of the Smith River...not because it's the easiest river to fish with a fly (for it is not) but because it's Federally protected and designated as a "Wild and Scenic River". I will figure out how best to use a fly to legitimately catch its salmon and steelhead. It will take awhile as I am relatively new to this river. I will study it as my dad taught me to study rivers...and I will learn. With luck, this river will continue to be protected....at least during my lifetime. I worry about the generations to come, however. The ever increasing demand for fresh water has already placed the future of the Smith River on the chopping block. I look at what happened to the Klamath River not too long ago...and realize what can happen when enough political pressure is used. It scares me. I have yet to go fly fishing since my dad died on June 6th. I'm aware that he wants me to continue with his legacy...but as I look around my den, all I can see are photos, rods, reels, fly tying equipment and so many things that I associate with my dad. I fished with him for over fifty years and while the memories are all good, right now, they are painful....for I will never hear that familiar holler when he hooked onto a big steelhead. For him, that was the king of fish for the fly fisher. He also refused to use a reel that did not have a paul drag system, choosing his old Hardy reels over any of the new ones. He loved the sound of the noisy reels as a steelhead took out line. My dad...even in his 80's could throw a longer line than most fly fishers half his age. It's going to feel strange to go it alone in spite of the fact that I'm a bit long in tooth myself. However, I suspect that I will still hear my dad's laughter when I slop a cast...or miss a strike. His laughter, sense of humor and love of fly fishing and life will not be forgotten. If there is anyone still in the Group who is of my dad's generation, I'd love to hear from you. John, thank you again for your warm words. It is appreciated more than you know. Barry "bassrecord" wrote in message ... Hi Jenny, I may not know your Bill. But I know of Barry's father. He fly fished with a group of great guys on the Eel, Klamath, Mad, Trinity and Smith rivers in Northern California and passed on a wealth of knowledge and a sense of conservation of the natural resource for future generations. Although I never met Ron Brown I heard of him and his fly fishing buddies. If you get a chance to go to the library, check out "Steelhead Fly Fishing" by Trey Combs. In his book he describes the pioneering work done by Jim Prey, Lloyd Sylvius and others which included Barry's Dad, Ron Brown. And Jenny they passed it on to the younger generation. So I bet your Bill passed it on also. Fly Fishermen are that way. Best wishes. John "SJinny1" wrote in message . .. Hi Barry: I'm new to the internet and splashing around without a "net". Seeking to price and sell my late husband's prized gear. You made me cry. Seems all fly fishermen are nice folk. Dont know how I got into this newsgroup and am sure I will never find it again so be consoled by the knowledge that your dad survived and enjoyed his long life. My Bill died in 1991 at 62 and that was shattering. I am now 72. Best wishes to you and your brother and families. From: "Barry" Subject: In Memorium... Date: June 6, 2004 8:05 PM Today, at 8:15 a.m., my father, Ron Brown, died at 85 years of age in my arms after a lengthy battle with congestive heart failure. I post this so that those of you who have had the chance to fish with him or know him, will be aware. My dad moved to Eureka, CA after WWII expressly for the fly fishing opportunities that he found here. Fly fishing was his passion and he quickly adopted the Eel River as "his river". My brother and I, both raised with fly rods in our hands, spent many hours fishing with my dad and his friends. My dad fished with the likes of C.Jim Prey, Lloyd Sylvius and others who plied their skills on the fish of the Pacific Northcoast. Aside from being an honest, hard working man, my father passed along to his two sons the love of fly fishing. His ashes will be scattered in his favorite stream and I will use his favorite fly rod to throw a long line into the waters. We will miss his wit, charm and love but the lessons he taught all who knew him will live on. For those who did not know my father, please treasure those moments with your own dad for time passes so very quickly. His loving son Barry |
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