A Friend

I met Roger Schore about 22 years ago. He was a retired Air Force NCO, just
enjoying life. He and I went fishing over the years.
One memorable trip was on Lake Tapps outside of Tacoma Washinton. We
borrowed a boat and decided to use his trolling motor. He complained that
it was a bit iffy. Had a short in it.
Well, we hooked it up to the battery and it ran. Good to go so we headed
across the lake with a good tail wind and trolled along the way. Caught a
few rainbows on the flasher rigs.
On the far side of the lake, that trolling motor cut out. No roads over
there to walk back on, so its time to row. He pointed me at the oars with
his beer and clearly stated that "I'm an old man, 'sides, it'll do your
young muscles some good. You row."
Well, as I stated, we'd gotten across the lake with a good tail wind, so now
it was against that stiff wind that I got to row the 2 miles back in a boat
not designed for rowing. Yeh, it had oarlocks, but that was an emergency
measure.
On the way back, Rog sits back and throws out a line. Catches a pretty
rainbow. And another, and another. Now he's cackling as he pulls in one
rainbow after another on the flashers.
"You make a pretty good trolling motor, son. Keep pullin'!"
Rog got over thirty fish in that trip across the lake and I got a true
friend.

Rog, you gave me your daughter's hand. You gave me the stripes off your
last uniform even though you had two sons in the Air Force. You became my
friend and fishing partner.
Today we heard the news. Tight lines my friend and rest in peace. I'll
"keep pullin'.

--
Frank Reid
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Sorry to hear of your loss

"Frank Reid" moc.deepselbac@diersicnarf wrote in message
...
I met Roger Schore about 22 years ago. He was a retired Air Force NCO,
just
enjoying life. He and I went fishing over the years.
One memorable trip was on Lake Tapps outside of Tacoma Washinton. We
borrowed a boat and decided to use his trolling motor. He complained that
it was a bit iffy. Had a short in it.
Well, we hooked it up to the battery and it ran. Good to go so we headed
across the lake with a good tail wind and trolled along the way. Caught a
few rainbows on the flasher rigs.
On the far side of the lake, that trolling motor cut out. No roads over
there to walk back on, so its time to row. He pointed me at the oars with
his beer and clearly stated that "I'm an old man, 'sides, it'll do your
young muscles some good. You row."
Well, as I stated, we'd gotten across the lake with a good tail wind, so
now
it was against that stiff wind that I got to row the 2 miles back in a
boat
not designed for rowing. Yeh, it had oarlocks, but that was an emergency
measure.
On the way back, Rog sits back and throws out a line. Catches a pretty
rainbow. And another, and another. Now he's cackling as he pulls in one
rainbow after another on the flashers.
"You make a pretty good trolling motor, son. Keep pullin'!"
Rog got over thirty fish in that trip across the lake and I got a true
friend.

Rog, you gave me your daughter's hand. You gave me the stripes off your
last uniform even though you had two sons in the Air Force. You became my
friend and fishing partner.
Today we heard the news. Tight lines my friend and rest in peace. I'll
"keep pullin'.

--
Frank Reid
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Sorry to hear of your loss

"Frank Reid" moc.deepselbac@diersicnarf wrote in message
...
I met Roger Schore about 22 years ago. He was a retired Air Force NCO,
just
enjoying life. He and I went fishing over the years.
One memorable trip was on Lake Tapps outside of Tacoma Washinton. We
borrowed a boat and decided to use his trolling motor. He complained that
it was a bit iffy. Had a short in it.
Well, we hooked it up to the battery and it ran. Good to go so we headed
across the lake with a good tail wind and trolled along the way. Caught a
few rainbows on the flasher rigs.
On the far side of the lake, that trolling motor cut out. No roads over
there to walk back on, so its time to row. He pointed me at the oars with
his beer and clearly stated that "I'm an old man, 'sides, it'll do your
young muscles some good. You row."
Well, as I stated, we'd gotten across the lake with a good tail wind, so
now
it was against that stiff wind that I got to row the 2 miles back in a
boat
not designed for rowing. Yeh, it had oarlocks, but that was an emergency
measure.
On the way back, Rog sits back and throws out a line. Catches a pretty
rainbow. And another, and another. Now he's cackling as he pulls in one
rainbow after another on the flashers.
"You make a pretty good trolling motor, son. Keep pullin'!"
Rog got over thirty fish in that trip across the lake and I got a true
friend.

Rog, you gave me your daughter's hand. You gave me the stripes off your
last uniform even though you had two sons in the Air Force. You became my
friend and fishing partner.
Today we heard the news. Tight lines my friend and rest in peace. I'll
"keep pullin'.

--
Frank Reid
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"Frank Reid" moc.deepselbac@diersicnarf wrote in message
...
I met Roger Schore about 22 years ago. He was a retired Air Force NCO, just
enjoying life. He and I went fishing over the years.
One memorable trip was on Lake Tapps outside of Tacoma Washinton. We
borrowed a boat and decided to use his trolling motor. He complained that
it was a bit iffy. Had a short in it.
Well, we hooked it up to the battery and it ran. Good to go so we headed
across the lake with a good tail wind and trolled along the way. Caught a
few rainbows on the flasher rigs.
On the far side of the lake, that trolling motor cut out. No roads over
there to walk back on, so its time to row. He pointed me at the oars with
his beer and clearly stated that "I'm an old man, 'sides, it'll do your
young muscles some good. You row."
Well, as I stated, we'd gotten across the lake with a good tail wind, so now
it was against that stiff wind that I got to row the 2 miles back in a boat
not designed for rowing. Yeh, it had oarlocks, but that was an emergency
measure.
On the way back, Rog sits back and throws out a line. Catches a pretty
rainbow. And another, and another. Now he's cackling as he pulls in one
rainbow after another on the flashers.
"You make a pretty good trolling motor, son. Keep pullin'!"
Rog got over thirty fish in that trip across the lake and I got a true
friend.

Rog, you gave me your daughter's hand. You gave me the stripes off your
last uniform even though you had two sons in the Air Force. You became my
friend and fishing partner.
Today we heard the news. Tight lines my friend and rest in peace. I'll
"keep pullin'.

--
Frank Reid
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My thoughts are with you, your wife and your children. So sorry to hear of your great
loss.

Mark

"Frank Reid" moc.deepselbac@diersicnarf wrote in message
...
I met Roger Schore about 22 years ago. He was a retired Air Force NCO, just
enjoying life. He and I went fishing over the years.
One memorable trip was on Lake Tapps outside of Tacoma Washinton. We
borrowed a boat and decided to use his trolling motor. He complained that
it was a bit iffy. Had a short in it.
Well, we hooked it up to the battery and it ran. Good to go so we headed
across the lake with a good tail wind and trolled along the way. Caught a
few rainbows on the flasher rigs.
On the far side of the lake, that trolling motor cut out. No roads over
there to walk back on, so its time to row. He pointed me at the oars with
his beer and clearly stated that "I'm an old man, 'sides, it'll do your
young muscles some good. You row."
Well, as I stated, we'd gotten across the lake with a good tail wind, so now
it was against that stiff wind that I got to row the 2 miles back in a boat
not designed for rowing. Yeh, it had oarlocks, but that was an emergency
measure.
On the way back, Rog sits back and throws out a line. Catches a pretty
rainbow. And another, and another. Now he's cackling as he pulls in one
rainbow after another on the flashers.
"You make a pretty good trolling motor, son. Keep pullin'!"
Rog got over thirty fish in that trip across the lake and I got a true
friend.

Rog, you gave me your daughter's hand. You gave me the stripes off your
last uniform even though you had two sons in the Air Force. You became my
friend and fishing partner.
Today we heard the news. Tight lines my friend and rest in peace. I'll
"keep pullin'.

--
Frank Reid
Reverse email to reply

My thoughts are with you, your wife and your children. So sorry to hear of your great
loss.

Mark

Frank Reid wrote:
I met Roger Schore about 22 years ago. He was a retired Air Force
NCO, just enjoying life. He and I went fishing over the years.
One memorable trip was on Lake Tapps outside of Tacoma Washinton. We
borrowed a boat and decided to use his trolling motor. He complained
that it was a bit iffy. Had a short in it.
Well, we hooked it up to the battery and it ran. Good to go so we
headed across the lake with a good tail wind and trolled along the
way. Caught a few rainbows on the flasher rigs.
On the far side of the lake, that trolling motor cut out. No roads
over there to walk back on, so its time to row. He pointed me at the
oars with his beer and clearly stated that "I'm an old man, 'sides,
it'll do your young muscles some good. You row."
Well, as I stated, we'd gotten across the lake with a good tail wind,
so now it was against that stiff wind that I got to row the 2 miles
back in a boat not designed for rowing. Yeh, it had oarlocks, but
that was an emergency measure.
On the way back, Rog sits back and throws out a line. Catches a
pretty rainbow. And another, and another. Now he's cackling as he
pulls in one rainbow after another on the flashers.
"You make a pretty good trolling motor, son. Keep pullin'!"
Rog got over thirty fish in that trip across the lake and I got a true
friend.

Rog, you gave me your daughter's hand. You gave me the stripes off
your last uniform even though you had two sons in the Air Force. You
became my friend and fishing partner.
Today we heard the news. Tight lines my friend and rest in peace.
I'll "keep pullin'.

He sounds like one of those people I'd like instantly. Sorry for your loss,
Frank.
--
TL,
Tim
http://css.sbcma.com/timj

Frank Reid wrote:
I met Roger Schore about 22 years ago. He was a retired Air Force
NCO, just enjoying life. He and I went fishing over the years.
One memorable trip was on Lake Tapps outside of Tacoma Washinton. We
borrowed a boat and decided to use his trolling motor. He complained
that it was a bit iffy. Had a short in it.
Well, we hooked it up to the battery and it ran. Good to go so we
headed across the lake with a good tail wind and trolled along the
way. Caught a few rainbows on the flasher rigs.
On the far side of the lake, that trolling motor cut out. No roads
over there to walk back on, so its time to row. He pointed me at the
oars with his beer and clearly stated that "I'm an old man, 'sides,
it'll do your young muscles some good. You row."
Well, as I stated, we'd gotten across the lake with a good tail wind,
so now it was against that stiff wind that I got to row the 2 miles
back in a boat not designed for rowing. Yeh, it had oarlocks, but
that was an emergency measure.
On the way back, Rog sits back and throws out a line. Catches a
pretty rainbow. And another, and another. Now he's cackling as he
pulls in one rainbow after another on the flashers.
"You make a pretty good trolling motor, son. Keep pullin'!"
Rog got over thirty fish in that trip across the lake and I got a true
friend.

Rog, you gave me your daughter's hand. You gave me the stripes off
your last uniform even though you had two sons in the Air Force. You
became my friend and fishing partner.
Today we heard the news. Tight lines my friend and rest in peace.
I'll "keep pullin'.

He sounds like one of those people I'd like instantly. Sorry for your loss,
Frank.
--
TL,
Tim
http://css.sbcma.com/timj

Frank Reid wrote:
I met Roger Schore about 22 years ago. He was a retired Air Force
NCO, just enjoying life. He and I went fishing over the years.
One memorable trip was on Lake Tapps outside of Tacoma Washinton. We
borrowed a boat and decided to use his trolling motor. He complained
that it was a bit iffy. Had a short in it.
Well, we hooked it up to the battery and it ran. Good to go so we
headed across the lake with a good tail wind and trolled along the
way. Caught a few rainbows on the flasher rigs.
On the far side of the lake, that trolling motor cut out. No roads
over there to walk back on, so its time to row. He pointed me at the
oars with his beer and clearly stated that "I'm an old man, 'sides,
it'll do your young muscles some good. You row."
Well, as I stated, we'd gotten across the lake with a good tail wind,
so now it was against that stiff wind that I got to row the 2 miles
back in a boat not designed for rowing. Yeh, it had oarlocks, but
that was an emergency measure.
On the way back, Rog sits back and throws out a line. Catches a
pretty rainbow. And another, and another. Now he's cackling as he
pulls in one rainbow after another on the flashers.
"You make a pretty good trolling motor, son. Keep pullin'!"
Rog got over thirty fish in that trip across the lake and I got a true
friend.

Rog, you gave me your daughter's hand. You gave me the stripes off
your last uniform even though you had two sons in the Air Force. You
became my friend and fishing partner.
Today we heard the news. Tight lines my friend and rest in peace.
I'll "keep pullin'.

He sounds like one of those people I'd like instantly. Sorry for your loss,
Frank.
--
TL,
Tim
http://css.sbcma.com/timj

Frank Reid wrote:
I met Roger Schore about 22 years ago.
snip
Today we heard the news. Tight lines my friend and rest in peace. I'll
"keep pullin'.

Condolences to you and your family.

I'll raise a glass to fathers-in-law who make sons-in-law row
them across the lake. ;-)

--
Ken Fortenberry

Frank Reid wrote:
I met Roger Schore about 22 years ago.
snip
Today we heard the news. Tight lines my friend and rest in peace. I'll
"keep pullin'.

Condolences to you and your family.

I'll raise a glass to fathers-in-law who make sons-in-law row
them across the lake. ;-)

--
Ken Fortenberry