08-20-2008, 06:23 AM
[font "Times New Roman"][#000000]There is one precious thing I wish I still had, and that is my best fishing buddy, my father. He was hit and killed by a car in Lindon on July 15th last month. I remember catching my first fish with him when I was ten yearl old. I was traveling with him in his semi and we stopped at a pull-off on Hwy. 2 in Ohio, right where the mouth of the Toussaint River meets Lake Erie. I hooked a 3 lbs. largemouth on a live nightcrawler. Boy, I still remeber that moment. [/#000000][/font]
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[font "Times New Roman"][#000000]I also caught my last fish to date with him about one week before he was killed. It was at the Anvil Point area at the Gorge. A big storm was forming in the afternoon and we just had time for one last cast and pulled out a nice smallmouth. And I'll be danged, we had to wait almost two hours at the ramp because the wind was so strong our small boat would have half-filled with water if we had tried to load the boat in the waves. Now, it is as if the Gorge was begging us not to leave. [/#000000][/font]
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[font "Times New Roman"][#000000]What I will miss most is the the thrill of preparing for our monthly Gorge trip. He would give me a call 1 or 2 days before we were to head out, I would make some blocks of ice in the freezer and get the equipment and boat hooked up. Every moment of our trips was always memorable. Nothing beats the Flaming Gorge Country, I tell you what. What hurts the most is that we were just planning a 2-week vacation for August the night before he was hit. We were going to spend 7 days at Hoop Lake and 7 days at the Gorge, just like last year. We were just about to buy a truck camper too, and in one year's time take a roadtrip through Canada to Alaska and spend at least a month there. [/#000000][/font]
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[font "Times New Roman"][#000000]Only fisherfolk understand the special relationship and connection that exists between fishing buddies fishing on a lake. Be it Lake Powell night fishing, ice fishing, and boat fishing with my dad, I will just have to be content with calling it the Good 'Old days. [/#000000][/font]
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[font "Times New Roman"][#000000]I also caught my last fish to date with him about one week before he was killed. It was at the Anvil Point area at the Gorge. A big storm was forming in the afternoon and we just had time for one last cast and pulled out a nice smallmouth. And I'll be danged, we had to wait almost two hours at the ramp because the wind was so strong our small boat would have half-filled with water if we had tried to load the boat in the waves. Now, it is as if the Gorge was begging us not to leave. [/#000000][/font]
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[font "Times New Roman"][#000000]What I will miss most is the the thrill of preparing for our monthly Gorge trip. He would give me a call 1 or 2 days before we were to head out, I would make some blocks of ice in the freezer and get the equipment and boat hooked up. Every moment of our trips was always memorable. Nothing beats the Flaming Gorge Country, I tell you what. What hurts the most is that we were just planning a 2-week vacation for August the night before he was hit. We were going to spend 7 days at Hoop Lake and 7 days at the Gorge, just like last year. We were just about to buy a truck camper too, and in one year's time take a roadtrip through Canada to Alaska and spend at least a month there. [/#000000][/font]
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[font "Times New Roman"][#000000]Only fisherfolk understand the special relationship and connection that exists between fishing buddies fishing on a lake. Be it Lake Powell night fishing, ice fishing, and boat fishing with my dad, I will just have to be content with calling it the Good 'Old days. [/#000000][/font]
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