Remember your lost friends!
Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 3:30 pm
Remember your lost friends.
I grew up down south and started fishing for trout when I was a young boy. I'd go to Bishop California every year in may for over 20 years with my Father, his friends, and kids. Through all the years fishing the Owens river me, and my dads friends son became great friends. We made a pact years ago to come to Bishop every year forever even when our fathers past away. I lost my good friend Danny about 4 years ago, he died of an overdose. He was always a good kid, then got mixed up with the wrong people. It cost him his life. I have had lots of friends die around me cause of the things that I was into when I was younger, but this one really stuck! I have not been to Bishop in three years for other reasons. (tourney fishing, or just could not make the time) I broke the pact we made as kids, and never thought twice about it till today. Unexpectedly his father called me yesterday, and said he was in town, and wanted to give me something. I have not seen him in 3 years so I was glad he called, and was gonna meet with him today at work. He showed up today, and i asked him what he wanted to give me. He gave me Danny's fishing gear, we talked for over and hour, and he left to go back down south. I remember all the years I would make fun of Danny's fishing gear cause it was cheaper then mine, but he always caught fish with it. I feel honored to now have that same fishing gear i use to make fun of all those years. When his father left I went through some of the tackle, and would remember him using it. I damn near broke down at work, and had to stop looking at it till I get home. I came in my office, and just started typing instead. Sometimes you need ta be reminded of the ones you lost so you can enjoy the memories again.
Danny,
I don't know if you can hear me brother, but I'm going back to Bishop in May, and I'm not bringing my expensive gear with me. I'm bringing yours, and I'm gonna WHACk 'em wiith it! I miss ya Bro....
I grew up down south and started fishing for trout when I was a young boy. I'd go to Bishop California every year in may for over 20 years with my Father, his friends, and kids. Through all the years fishing the Owens river me, and my dads friends son became great friends. We made a pact years ago to come to Bishop every year forever even when our fathers past away. I lost my good friend Danny about 4 years ago, he died of an overdose. He was always a good kid, then got mixed up with the wrong people. It cost him his life. I have had lots of friends die around me cause of the things that I was into when I was younger, but this one really stuck! I have not been to Bishop in three years for other reasons. (tourney fishing, or just could not make the time) I broke the pact we made as kids, and never thought twice about it till today. Unexpectedly his father called me yesterday, and said he was in town, and wanted to give me something. I have not seen him in 3 years so I was glad he called, and was gonna meet with him today at work. He showed up today, and i asked him what he wanted to give me. He gave me Danny's fishing gear, we talked for over and hour, and he left to go back down south. I remember all the years I would make fun of Danny's fishing gear cause it was cheaper then mine, but he always caught fish with it. I feel honored to now have that same fishing gear i use to make fun of all those years. When his father left I went through some of the tackle, and would remember him using it. I damn near broke down at work, and had to stop looking at it till I get home. I came in my office, and just started typing instead. Sometimes you need ta be reminded of the ones you lost so you can enjoy the memories again.
Danny,
I don't know if you can hear me brother, but I'm going back to Bishop in May, and I'm not bringing my expensive gear with me. I'm bringing yours, and I'm gonna WHACk 'em wiith it! I miss ya Bro....