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(Licensed Oregon Fisherwoman)
July 29, 2014
About six months ago, I was horrified to read on facebook that long time member, since (2000!) Bob Dawson, (AKA Dawhunt) was so ill that he could no longer fish. He was expressing his frustration about it. I wrote to him, but didn't hear back.
Later, I saw that he was fishing again, and I was so happy!
Last night, I received this e mail.
On Monday, July 28, 2014,
Jennie, Thought I'd send a note.... A long time user of this site, Bob Dawson, aka Dawhunt, lost his fight with ALS, He passed away his past Friday night with his wife Charlie and family beside him. He will be missed.
User Name: washfire
My heart just sunk. Towards the end, Bob became a little frustrated with the rules at ifish and the moderation. He was upset about having a thread moved to the new fish and game management forum, and I understand that. When someone alerts a thread, and the rules are in place, we have to act. We can't move one, and not another, or we'll get members mad at us about "Why can he, and I can't?" Pheh.
The mods were a little upset over the tone of voice he used. But... what a lesson!
It just goes to show that rules are rules, but sometimes we can be a little lenient, but always... ALWAYS, we should be understanding of people's bad days and grouchiness, especially when it seems out of character for people.
He may have been having a bad day. He may have been hurting physically. He may have been upset over a diagnosis. Who knows?
Oh, how I wish we'd been a little more kind. A little more gentle. A little more lenient.
Bob, you were a blessing to ifish.net. Thank you for the joy you brought the board, and all of the fishing fun that you treated us to! You loved fishing so much that it was contagious, indeed!
May ifish.net always hold a history of your love of fishing and your kindness and generosity towards others!
I wrote, asking about services. Perhaps someone can add to the thread on ifish about Dawhunt, with exact details. Here's what I have:
I was told by Charlie that funeral will be having a service this Saturday in Camas with a gathering at Bethel church in Washougal after.. Not sure of all the details yet but may be on Browns web site....
Dave (washfire )
July 26, 2014
You can click on this video to make it
I had so much fun working this out. I have always
loved this melody. It's so hauntingly beautiful! I remember once,
sitting in an old pickup truck with a great sound system, before
my classes began at Clatsop Community College. I was listening
to this and just weeping. It sweeps me away! It's so good to play,
July 25, 2014
I was happy to read this, sent to my e mail by Grant
Remember the Diamond Lake closure a few years
Those pesky tui chub ate up all the food and trout all but disappeared.
Thought you might like to see
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I'm so thankful for Grant's work. That is, after
I get over my envy!
I'm safely at the coast. I mean, "Honey-- I'm home!"
July 24, 2014
Wondering if I was writing less than ever, I looked back into my archives. First thought: "My oh, my, but I have written on ifish for a long, time!"
Second an original intent on looking; No. I'm not writing less than ever. I do write less in the summer, it seems. I guess that's part of a fishers life. Not enough opportunity, at least for me, and at least, in the summer time.
If I were a tuna fisher woman, I'd have plenty of time to write in the summer, or maybe not at all, because I'd be so tired and worn out, most of the time! The rest of the time I'd be bouncing around off shore! At this point in my life, I get tired just thinking about what those sea fishers go through!
If only I were younger, tougher, and while I'm dreaming... had a yacht. If only... yes, then I would be a tuna fisher! A true salty dog (dogg ess?).
Quite frankly, I've thought about being a dock girl. I've dreamt this many times throughout my life. What is a dock girl, you ask?
I'd hang out on the docks until I found friends that I really liked, and perhaps a boat that made me smile. Maybe it would be named "The Cosmic Muffin" like in Jimmy Buffet books. I'd hop aboard, and travel on the high seas with them. I'd work, in trade for fishing. Perhaps I'd be the cook, and would proudly serve the most hearty biscuits and gravy, with lots of salt and pepper and garlic and a touch of paprika on top!
Wherever we went, we would stop somewhere exciting. I'd get off the ship and hang out on dock until I found my next cool boat and destination! How fun would that be? I mean... really! Oh, what a book that girl could write!
I can (and will, darnit) write my own book. I feel like I have a good story in me that many people would find interesting.
Somehow, I've escaped the pity party from several losses and scares thru out my life.
Instead, I feel quite like JD Salinger's quote.
"I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy."
I really found that interesting. I do feel quite a lot like that! I love that quote!
I have to find out why he wrote that! From where did it come? At what time in his life? I'll have to do some research, but I love that quote! Perfect! A paranoid person in reverse. Clever!
So, I'm stuck here in Oregon City, trying to get things done. Are they ever done? Complete? Finished? Just as I finish one project, another pops up. Home ownership is keeping me from my river. I have to make a change, somehow. There is no way that I want to die saying, "I'm so glad I kept up on that lawn in Oregon City."
Nope. I want to spend my life on the river. That's what I want to die, saying. "I'm sure glad I spent so much time on the Kilchis river."
But== It's not so simple, really, because my son lives here, and I have been given the unique opportunity to live around and spend so much time with my 25 year old son. I want to say that I spent plenty of time with him!
David is doing so very well! He came through the doors, yesterday from school, stating that he got 95% on a fairly difficult test!
I always know he is enjoying his studies and classes, when I don't have to ask how he's doing. He talks a mean streak about the debate they had in class, or the test score he's gotten.
And then, there is his work. He's been asked to wash dishes, instead of make pizza. He didn't like the decision to put him there, but he's done it, and he does it nightly until well past midnight. He doesn't complain, but he sure is tired!
After spending so many years worried about his future, it is a new life, watching him blossom into a responsible, intelligent, busy type guy!
Who is lonely, now, though? Yep. Mom. The house is shockingly quiet most of the time! I'm beginning to understand the flip side of having my son home (to complain about most of the time!)
It's a bittersweet pill to swallow, but I know it's best. Oh, I really know it's the best! It's just not always fun for me. I really miss the extra help around the house, and the fun conversation we used to enjoy.
Hopefully, it's off to the river, today.
The river is plotting to make me happy, and so is my son, David! Happy, so that I can be the flip side of a paranoid person.
I'm liking it.
July 17, 2014
I can't help but feel like something is missing, every time I open up my mail application.
Invitations from friends and sponsors to their openings, their brunches, lunches and cocktail parties. Rules of use at the New Product Showcase, news and reviews, and everything that makes up the fun and learning at Icast.
This is the first year that I haven't gone to Icast in... what? 10 years? Has it been that long? I just pulled a number out of my hat. Perhaps it hasn't been that many years, but it sure feels like it. I mean, when was the last time I went to the Outdoor Writers Association of America's annual bash?
That is when Stan Fagerstrom talked me into going to Icast. I couldn't afford both. In fact, I couldn't really afford either, but I felt it important to ifish that I go to one or the other. Turned out that I made more contacts at Icast, than I did at the other. Or did I?
Maybe I just went to Icast most years, because I wanted to hug Stan! Yeah. That's it!
So, I suppose it is in order that I no longer go to Icast, as Stan hasn't been in attendance, the last couple of years. Oh, how I miss that Stan Fagerstrom. He is the warmest, most intelligent fishing fellow in the world! I love him! Stan, the master caster! I'll never forget the first time he had me hold my finger out, and he cast from quite a distance towards my finger, and wrapped that darn line 'round and 'round my long, skinny finger!!
I was simply amazed, and I was hooked not by anything on the end of the line, but by the sparkle in his eyes, and the joy in his smile. He is one of those people that you look at once, and just know that he knows the Lord. He is one that you would say, "I want whatever he's having!"
I miss Stan. :(
I miss Icast.
If only I wouldn't get a bazillion and one e mails from them over the course of every day, I'd probably be alright. But, the ding of my e mail is a constant reminder of what I'm missing!
This year it is in Florida, and probably the main reason I didn't go. I really am not supposed to travel alone, and although I'm pretty much a rule breaker, when it comes to what the doctors say, Florida is a long ways from home, and it does kind of scare me.
When my lung collapsed, should I have been where no man was near me, I'd have been in big trouble. The fact that my innards tend to break down without notice is scary. If it's not one thing broken, it's another. Whether it be my eyesight or my ability to breathe, well, a gal has got to do both, in order to get to a doctor! And I need specialists! Not just doctors! Wherever I go, before I go, I check to see who is around that area, that would know what to do, should anything happen. Marfan specialists are not a common commodity!
I recall a doctor once asking me.
"Marfan Syndrome". I said calmly.
I don't know how many people, professionals, and even doctors that I have schooled in the symptoms and even the specialities; (the ability to scratch the middle of my back, or play the piano pretty well with my long fingers!) marfan syndrome.
It always makes me feel good to spread the news, as it is the diagnosis that nixed Isaiah Austin's NBA career that perhaps also saved his life. Isaiah was diagnosed before his aorta had a chance to dissect under the extreme stress of professional basketball playing.
You know, when I first met Stan, I could have called him a bit of a cheater... I have the longest, skinniest fingers of anyone I know. I am an Arachnodactyly perfect candidate for his casting tricks!
Well, it's off to see the weather, today. I guess it's to be not quite as warm as earlier, this week. What a relief! Although the evenings have been incredibly lovely, the day time can really wear on a person!
Enjoy the cool weather, everyone! And I hope that all of you who are able to travel to Icast have a great time! I really hate to break my string of perfect attendance, but I will go, again, some day!
Fishing Life, Complete!
I love my life, and it's a pleasure to fish it.
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