On Sat, 28 Jan 2006 17:46:47 -0700, Willi
wrote:

Jeff wrote:
I met him once, at the henrys fork gathering... it was a few years after
some of the bizarre writings and the bamboo rod adventures. In my
presence, and amidst a large group of us, he was kind, gracious,
generous, and witty. I watched him with Warren's daughter, who was
probably 4 or 5 at the time. She adored George. She was very happy and
comfortable with him and being held by him. He likewise treated her in
the same manner a good grandpa treats his grandchild...tenderly,
affectionately, humorously, attentively, and with obvious heartfelt joy.
They each had big grins. I'm sorry I didn't get to spend more time
around him. I think there was much more that was positive and worth
knowing about him than the stuff this place revealed. I have one of his
early ******* bamboo rods...i'm glad to own it, and it has pleasant
memories attached.

jeff


I fished with George a couple times during that Clave and spent a bit of
time with him and his wife at their camper. He was more than kind to me
(and was a damned good fisherman).

This will probably stir some wise crack from someone, but this is the
image that comes to mind when I think about George at that Clave. If I
remember right, Danl came up with the beer.

http://www.crystalglen.net/Fishing/George.htm

Willi

George was sick, not only physically, but I believe he was bi-polar
too. He had accused me (and Dave Tatosian) of all sorts of wrong
doings. He gave me my roff name, Pirate. Of course he meant it in a
derogatory way, but it turned out to be a positive thing.

When I confronted George at the Henry's Fork Clave, he cried and was
very apologetic of the way he had treated me. I too apologized to
him, and we parted friends.

I told Willi and others that George did not look good. The color of
his skin was not healthy looking. He died within three months of the
clave. I'm happy that I made my peace with George.

The Pirate