Lost my fishing buddy

Olebiker wrote:
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.

Please accept my condolences on your loss and thanks for the
wonderful story. Your dad will always live in your heart.

--
Ken Fortenberry

Yes, Olebiker, as others have said, remember all the good times and good
things that you did with your father. He will live forever in your
memories. Always remember that we will see our loved ones again, so it's not
the end.
I wish you and your family the best, and am sorry for your loss.

Doug


"Olebiker" wrote in message
ups.com...
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.

Carlos wrote:
Sorry for your loss. Write about the good times. Tell stories to the
family and friends. In those stories he will live on and not be forgotten.

Let me tell you one more fishing story about Dad. A few years ago one
of his grandsons got Dad to fish in a crappie tournament with him. Lo
and behold, Dad and David won the tournament. First prize was $250.
Since the tournament was a fund raiser for a YMCA charity, Dad and
David just signed the check over to the charity right there at the
awards ceremony.

On the way home Dad expressed concern that returning the money in such
a public manner might have come off as a little bit showy. When he got
home he called the organizer and apologized if his action seemed a
little crass. "Oh no," the organizer said, "it shamed all the other
money winners into doing the same thing."

Dad went on to win the tournament the next two years and returned his
winnings to the charity each time. I'm sure gonna miss the old fart.

Well, you got me to drop a tear on my keyboard!

Remember & cherish the good times bro, & my condolences.

Warren

http://www.warrenwolk.com

"Olebiker" wrote in message
ups.com...
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.

Olebiker wrote:

On the way home Dad expressed concern that returning the money in such
a public manner might have come off as a little bit showy.


Your dad, is now, without a doubt, with the Lord, he did things because
it was the right thing to do, not for any reward, here, or even in Heaven.

Let us all remember these deeds, and try to follow his example, a
"great" man has passed to the ultimate reward.

This story did bring tears to my eyes, thank you so much for sharing it.

Nothing, any one can say, can help your grief at this time, but in time
it will fade, and you will only remember the "life" of your father, and
it will bring joy to your heart, every time you think of him, and not
the sorrow you are now feeling.

--
Rodney Long,
Inventor of the Mojo SpecTastic "WIGGLE" rig, SpecTastic Thread,
Nutri Shield insect repellent. ,Stand Out Hooks ,Stand Out Lures,
Mojo's Rock Hopper & Rig Saver weights, and the EZKnot
http://www.ezknot.com

And the best times he ever had were probably with his son on the water. Our
condolences on your loss. We're sure he's nearby keeping an eye on those He
loves most.

--
God Bless America

Josh The Bad Bear

My deepest condolences also to you in this time of grief.

My Dad was my fishing buddy also. Yesterday and today I spent time with my
grandsons telling them about some of Dad's fish stories. As these boys
laughed and enjoyed the tales the memories made me teary eyed just like
reading about your dad's stories did.

Best wishes.
John
"Olebiker" wrote in message
ups.com...
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.

John wrote:
My deepest condolences also to you in this time of grief.

My Dad was my fishing buddy also. Yesterday and today I spent time with my
grandsons telling them about some of Dad's fish stories. As these boys
laughed and enjoyed the tales the memories made me teary eyed just like
reading about your dad's stories did.

Best wishes.
John
"Olebiker" wrote in message
ups.com...
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.


I'm sorry for your loss, my father just passed away, five days before
Christmas. My Dad never understood why his two son's loved Northeast
offshore canyon fishing, he was an inshore guy and never wanted to go
along, he just didn't understand what we liked about it. That was until
he came along on a trip several years ago. We headed off to Block
Canyon for an overnight trip. I was in the tower when I spotted a Blue
Marlin on the surface, we were trolling. I let everyone know as I
steered the boat in the direction of the fish, when my friend on the
bridge spotted the fish I climbed down. I pointed the fish out to my
Dad as we passed, we were no more than 20 feet away, the fish grabbed
one of the lures and took off with it, my Dad was shocked when the fish
began jumping so close to the boat, he had never seen anything like
this in his life. We lost the fish but my Dad kept talking about it, he
was like a young kid again. Later that night he got to see my brother,
his youngest son, fight the largest Bigeye tuna I have ever seen, only
to see the fish lost at the stern due to a blown gaff after a fight
that lasted over an hour on a stand up fifty. He saw schools of Squid,
Sharks and Mahi Mahi swim around the boat all night, he never imagined
their could be so much life out there. He never slept during the trip,
I think he was afraid he'd miss something. We caught our share of Tuna
and Mahi Mahi that night and headed back the next morning, Dad was
still yacking away, he'd just never experianced anything like this in
his life. Dad talked about that trip for years, he never again asked
what we liked about Canyon fishing. I think Dad wished he'd tried it
sooner, when he was younger, he could have had a lot more great times
with his son's.

So when I feel bad about our loss, I think about that trip, the look on
Dad's face, the great time we had. Let's hope their's an after life,
and the fishing's as good, I look forward to seeing that look on Dad's
face again.

John