Lost my fishing buddy

"Olebiker" wrote in message
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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.