In Memorium...
 

I was a regular visitor to this newsgroup for some time...for I grew up fly
fishing the Pacific Northwest with my father. I caught my first trout on a
fly at the ripe old age of three. I've spend the next 53 years fly fishing
with my dad. He grew up at a time when his fishing companions were Lloyd
Sylvius (who had Sylvius' Tackle Shop in Eureka.)..and C.Jim Prey, who
invented the optic flies that became so popular in the Northern California
area. My dad always had time to take me fly fishing...even though in my
early childhood years, he worked two jobs and had little time. He taught me
how to tie flies that caught fish with little regard for whether or not they
caught the eye of fisherman. He was not only my father, but my best friend.
I just returned from the hospital where he is dying of congestive heart
failure at the age of 85 years. His last lucid conversation with me was
about "opening day" and where I was going to go. I told him and he
smiled....and replied "good...good...I'm glad....I will be there with you".
That was the last lucid comment from my father.

I will fish on opening day...and then later scatter my father's ashes on
"his stream" and perhaps watch a fish rise at the same time.

Why am I posting this here? To encourage all who have elderly fathers who
fly fish with them, to savor every trip....every moment. Take lots of
photos and tell your dad just how much you love him. You may never get
another chance.

For those who knew my dad, Ron Brown from Eureka, CA, he could throw a
longer line than most anybody on the Pacific NorthCoast...under actual
fishing conditions. And he knew how to read water and catch fish. And, in
the process of fly fishing, he taught me about life.

I will miss him horribly...but, as I promised him, I will be out on opening
day with fly rod in hand.

Barry Brown
Hiouchi, CA

In Memorium...
 

Thank you for sharing your joy and your pain...

Chris

"Barry" wrote in message
nk.net...
I was a regular visitor to this newsgroup for some time...for I grew up
fly
fishing the Pacific Northwest with my father. I caught my first trout on
a
fly at the ripe old age of three. I've spend the next 53 years fly
fishing
with my dad. He grew up at a time when his fishing companions were Lloyd
Sylvius (who had Sylvius' Tackle Shop in Eureka.)..and C.Jim Prey, who
invented the optic flies that became so popular in the Northern California
area. My dad always had time to take me fly fishing...even though in my
early childhood years, he worked two jobs and had little time. He taught
me
how to tie flies that caught fish with little regard for whether or not
they
caught the eye of fisherman. He was not only my father, but my best
friend.
I just returned from the hospital where he is dying of congestive heart
failure at the age of 85 years. His last lucid conversation with me was
about "opening day" and where I was going to go. I told him and he
smiled....and replied "good...good...I'm glad....I will be there with
you".
That was the last lucid comment from my father.

I will fish on opening day...and then later scatter my father's ashes on
"his stream" and perhaps watch a fish rise at the same time.

Why am I posting this here? To encourage all who have elderly fathers who
fly fish with them, to savor every trip....every moment. Take lots of
photos and tell your dad just how much you love him. You may never get
another chance.

For those who knew my dad, Ron Brown from Eureka, CA, he could throw a
longer line than most anybody on the Pacific NorthCoast...under actual
fishing conditions. And he knew how to read water and catch fish. And,
in
the process of fly fishing, he taught me about life.

I will miss him horribly...but, as I promised him, I will be out on
opening
day with fly rod in hand.

Barry Brown
Hiouchi, CA

In Memorium...
 

Barry wrote:

I was a regular visitor to this newsgroup for some time...for I grew up fly
fishing the Pacific Northwest with my father. I caught my first trout on a
fly at the ripe old age of three. I've spend the next 53 years fly fishing
with my dad. .......

A fine remembrance, Barry. My condolences on your loss.

JR

In Memorium...
 

Barry wrote:

I was a regular visitor to this newsgroup for some time...for I grew up fly
fishing the Pacific Northwest with my father. I caught my first trout on a
fly at the ripe old age of three. I've spend the next 53 years fly fishing
with my dad.

Barry,

Thank you for sharing and My condolences on your loss.

/Jan

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"Barry" wrote...
snip
I will miss him horribly...but, as I promised him, I will be out on opening
day with fly rod in hand.

.. . .as it should be. Sorry for your loss, Barry.
--
TL,
Tim
http://css.sbcma.com/timj

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Thanks Barry. Sorry about your dad.

bruce h

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I shed a small tear reading your post... I can so relate to your. I have the
same relationship with my father. Thank god he's still alive and well. He'll
be 60 on june 30th. In generel, we tend to forget to tell people we care
about, how we fell about them. That's a shame.



Tight lines!
Thomas Schreiber - DK



"Barry" wrote in message
nk.net...
I was a regular visitor to this newsgroup for some time...for I grew up
fly
fishing the Pacific Northwest with my father. I caught my first trout on
a
fly at the ripe old age of three. I've spend the next 53 years fly
fishing
with my dad. He grew up at a time when his fishing companions were Lloyd
Sylvius (who had Sylvius' Tackle Shop in Eureka.)..and C.Jim Prey, who
invented the optic flies that became so popular in the Northern California
area. My dad always had time to take me fly fishing...even though in my
early childhood years, he worked two jobs and had little time. He taught
me
how to tie flies that caught fish with little regard for whether or not
they
caught the eye of fisherman. He was not only my father, but my best
friend.
I just returned from the hospital where he is dying of congestive heart
failure at the age of 85 years. His last lucid conversation with me was
about "opening day" and where I was going to go. I told him and he
smiled....and replied "good...good...I'm glad....I will be there with
you".
That was the last lucid comment from my father.

I will fish on opening day...and then later scatter my father's ashes on
"his stream" and perhaps watch a fish rise at the same time.

Why am I posting this here? To encourage all who have elderly fathers who
fly fish with them, to savor every trip....every moment. Take lots of
photos and tell your dad just how much you love him. You may never get
another chance.

For those who knew my dad, Ron Brown from Eureka, CA, he could throw a
longer line than most anybody on the Pacific NorthCoast...under actual
fishing conditions. And he knew how to read water and catch fish. And,
in
the process of fly fishing, he taught me about life.

I will miss him horribly...but, as I promised him, I will be out on
opening
day with fly rod in hand.

Barry Brown
Hiouchi, CA