Jennie@ifish
03-05-2002, 05:49 AM
Milton Fischer, the first man who rowed me down the North Fork of the Nehalem, and noted fly fisherman, and teacher, died yesterday, March 4th, 2002. He was also a noted author of fly fishing articles, and was working on a book.
I am just sick at this tragic loss.
What do you say at a time like this?
I feel like throwing up.
Jennie is crying today.
J
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I just don't know what to say.
He was shuttling home, after fishing, and then dinner. The guys that were following him saw a bunch of skid marks, and his truck had flipped and landed on him or something. I'm not sure of the details, and not sure I want to know. Bill Monroe just called and gave me that info.
Jim Erickson called in the wee hours this morning and told Bill not to tell me until the kids were off to school.
This guy loved to fish SO much. He lived right on the North Fork.
When I was going through my divorce, my Mother died, and then my Grandmother, my Grandmother left me a thousand dollars. I had NO money at the time for a house, or food or anything, because I hadn't been working, and then my husband left.
I took that thousand dollars, and did I buy food? Did I rent a home? No.
I walked into GI JOE's and bought my very first pair of neoprenes. Then I went home, looked in STS for a North Fork Guide. I called him up, and booked a trip. We had SO much fun, and got on really well.
We didn't catch, so he invited me again, free of charge.
I walked into his house that morning, in the early morning light. He had a candle going at the table, thick coffee smell in the air. He tied flies there, in the dim light, before we left.
I fell in love!
I had a major crush on this guy!
He even KISSED ME! I was extremely smitten.
Turned out, we turned into great friends.
I'll miss him so much.
I am so glad that he came to our house last month, and we were able to sit at the kitchen table, candles going, and talk. The storm raged outside, and we talked about everything.
I miss him so much. He was young. He made wonderful contributions to our fisheries.
and... He made one hell of a venison stew.
Milton graduated in 1987 from Reed College, in Biology.
What about his dogs? He has two beautiful black hunting labs. Mother and pup....
What about? How do we help? What do we do?
[ 03-05-2002, 07:29 AM: Message edited by: Jennie@ifish ]
I am just sick at this tragic loss.
What do you say at a time like this?
I feel like throwing up.
Jennie is crying today.
J
http://www.ifish.net/jenmiltsh.jpg http://www.ifish.net/fishmilt.gif
I just don't know what to say.
He was shuttling home, after fishing, and then dinner. The guys that were following him saw a bunch of skid marks, and his truck had flipped and landed on him or something. I'm not sure of the details, and not sure I want to know. Bill Monroe just called and gave me that info.
Jim Erickson called in the wee hours this morning and told Bill not to tell me until the kids were off to school.
This guy loved to fish SO much. He lived right on the North Fork.
When I was going through my divorce, my Mother died, and then my Grandmother, my Grandmother left me a thousand dollars. I had NO money at the time for a house, or food or anything, because I hadn't been working, and then my husband left.
I took that thousand dollars, and did I buy food? Did I rent a home? No.
I walked into GI JOE's and bought my very first pair of neoprenes. Then I went home, looked in STS for a North Fork Guide. I called him up, and booked a trip. We had SO much fun, and got on really well.
We didn't catch, so he invited me again, free of charge.
I walked into his house that morning, in the early morning light. He had a candle going at the table, thick coffee smell in the air. He tied flies there, in the dim light, before we left.
I fell in love!
I had a major crush on this guy!
He even KISSED ME! I was extremely smitten.
Turned out, we turned into great friends.
I'll miss him so much.
I am so glad that he came to our house last month, and we were able to sit at the kitchen table, candles going, and talk. The storm raged outside, and we talked about everything.
I miss him so much. He was young. He made wonderful contributions to our fisheries.
and... He made one hell of a venison stew.
Milton graduated in 1987 from Reed College, in Biology.
What about his dogs? He has two beautiful black hunting labs. Mother and pup....
What about? How do we help? What do we do?
[ 03-05-2002, 07:29 AM: Message edited by: Jennie@ifish ]