My long time fishing friend died of Pancreatic cancer and his wife is dealing with the after effects- 100+ fly rods, 130+ fly reels and over 22,000 flies. In the past couple of years Paul became withdrawn and hesitant to fish locally because of over crowding, he preferred salt water and the Missouri River along with 1000 yard shooting. I have never fished with anyone who could cast as well as he could and was totally willing to help in any way he could. He would never become involved in any local or national organization other than the NRA, hell he never voted in any election, never wanting to crowd his mental focus on fishing. He also was a OCD guy who would clean his line after every day he fished. I tied 1000's of flies for him and we were always looking for another angle to fool the fish. We fished for the past 40 years in some of the very worst conditions you could imagine but always managed to have a great time. When we fished we would take turns casting and either hooking or screwing up a fish then letting the other guy take over but the only time in recent history did we fish apart was the 17 year locust fall on Bald Eagle- there were just too many really big carp to catch! I think that you might have one true fishing companion in your life and if you do remember the time spent. Never did we have this shit of someone going around the corner then telling the other one how well he has done but never when your together. I miss the coaching and kidding it makes for a far more enjoyable experience. It's fun sometimes to just enjoy the environment but if you can share it, sure makes if better.
He will be missed. Remember the saying "He who dies with the most win's" well he won
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