in memorium

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
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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