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July 3rd

Happy Fourth of July!!!

Oh, say can you see

By the dawn's early light

What so proudly we hailed

At the twilight's last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars

Through the perilous fight,

O'er the ramparts we watched

Were so gallantly streaming?

And the rocket's red glare,

The bombs bursting in air,

Gave proof through the night

That our flag was still there.

Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

I had no clue that it had been so long since I updated, here! My goodness, but time flies!

Instead of estivating at the coast like I should, I've been busy in the city. Well, Oregon City, that is... it's not really city now, is it?

I wanted to be at the coast for the fourth, but it looks like Bill is having some work done on the driveway, and frankly, I don't know if I can get there!

I was looking through my files, trying to find an appropriate picture for the Fourth, and found this wonderful picture of my son, Andrew, cooking for the fourth of July. Click here to see it. Oh... Andrew. How I miss you. I so badly want to touch you, hug you, see you again.

Almost every July, I've included a picture of Andrew. What is it about July and Andrew? He really did love the Fourth of July. Here's another that I totally adore! It's a picture of Andrew and little Kilchis, right after we got him. I believe Marie of Tillamook Bait took this picture!


Willie is getting better about fireworks going off. It used
to drive him crazy, but now it's just another noise to bark at. He's learning
about the hose. When I say "no bark", I mean it. If he doesn't respond
the first time, he gets the hose. Now, water is a great thing for a springer
spaniel, but not when it's unexpected like that! If only I could get to it
on a regular basis, FAST! Fast is not my forte, any more!

I've been so busy, trying to get the house back in order. The garden, the
weeds, the weeds, the weeds!

I picked all the beets yesterday, as the sun the day before was a little too
much for their tender leaves. I roasted all of them in the oven, with a little
coconut oil and sea salt. Yummmm. They are intensely sweet, and taste earthy
and delish! I could live off of them, I believe!

I even found a couple of strawberries, yesterday! How I love to meander around
a garden that really produces! At the coast, you have to work so hard to get
anything, and even if you do everything you should, sometimes it doesn't produce
at all!

I know that the blueberries at the coast are beginning to ripen. Bill said
that there were a couple cedar waxwings on the blueberries the other day.
I was so torn. Do I want Cedar Waxwings, or do I want blueberries!?

We ended up netting the blueberries. I sure hope one of the birds doesn't
get netted. We have to check for them, through the day. Those blueberries
are mine, darnit! We just have to get up early in the morning to beat those
birds to the feast! The blueberry crop is awesome this year. Our bushes are
just loaded with them!

Well, soon it's cutthroat season, and I can't wait to fish tidewater with
Bill. Fourth of July just feels like cutthroat! And what better firework to
light, than a cutthroat bursting up and out of the river, with an aquatic

Cutthroat are also an emblem of the land I love!

I wish you and yours the most wonderful Independence Day. Hold your family

Many thanks and from the bottom of my heart, so much appreciation for
those that fought so that we can live free.

Don't forget to put out your flag!

You're a grand old flag,

You're a high flying flag

And forever in peace may you wave.

You're the emblem of

The land I love.

The home of the free and the brave.

Ev'ry heart beats true

For the Red, White and Blue,

Where there's never a boast or brag.

But should auld acquaintance be forgot,

Keep your eye on the grand old flag.

July 6, 2014

I am continually astounded by the love I feel for my dogs. You
know, that old "joy" feeling.

Why is it my kids always cringed when I used the "joy" word for
feelings? It's a word that isn't cool, I guess.

For me, it encapsulates exactly how I feel about some things. It is an upswelling
of complete satisfaction and smiles! It is that feeling in your upper chest
that comes in with a breath that gives you no choice but to smile and feel
that life is indeed good!

There are things and there are people that to me, are joy killers! We won't
go into that, though!

But, take this morning...

Mornings usually aren't associated with "joy". At least, to many
people. And I bet that those 'most' don't have dogs. Or, perhaps cats, too!
Even chickens! Whatever pet, they can change how you feel about mornings!

So, I get up in the morning, and Willie bounces all around my feet. Revvie
is a bit slower, but she still radiates joy.

To them, mornings are a great thing! Their owners wake up after a deep coma,
where the dogs probably weren't so sure if we'd ever wake up, again! Dogs
don't sleep with the same kind of coma-like sleep people do! Can you imagine
what they might think? "Why didn't my people stir and bark at that owl
hooting in the night?"

I wake up pleasantly to a purr from my Molly-cat, close to my cheek, or to
a dog scratching a flea, and causing me to giggle at a bed-quake.

If it weren't for the initial presence of my beloved pets, I would otherwise
grab a cup of coffee, and sit and sip to grumble at the day's news or sigh
at the alerts of personal attacks on the board.

My animals refuse to tolerate that kind of nonsense!

Revvie is experienced. She knows the drill, due to years of practice. She
knows what will get her what she wants. Treats!

We all follow Molly (the cat queen) to the food dish in the mud room. Molly
gets first dibs at kitty crunch and a spoon full of Elegant Medlies. This
is not to stop her from further dancing on Bill's paper until she gets more
and more and (you get the picture!) This seems to drive Bill mad, but somehow
I know he still has the joy, joy, joy deep down in his heart!

Then it's the dog's turn. Depending on finances, we have little containers
with different flavors and textures of meat jerkies and/or dried sweet potatoes.
On a bad day, we only have cookies. The good thing is that dogs don't care
about finances or variety! That's for my pleasure, I think! All they really
care about is that "It's treat time!"

My pockets on my robe are then swollen with dog treats as I head to get my
treat. Coffee!

Then, it's off to the office for our ritual.

Willie is just learning. Yes. After three years, he is still learning, but
let me tell you... He is learning with JOY!

It's a good lesson!

It cracks me up to watch Willie watch Revvie! They do learn from each other!

Revvie sits on the right side of my chair, and Willie the left. Willie's got
that part down.

Revvie sits, and then lays quietly.

Willie is dancing.

I sit patiently, waiting for order.

You can see Willie just going crazy. "Why! Why! Why is she not giving
me treats!?!!"

Willie checks out Revvie one more time, and sees that Revvie is sitting. "OK!
I'll sit! I'll sit!"

Willie sits.

I wait patiently, without making one move towards my pockets. Willie is freaking
out trying to maintain a sitting position.


Willie glances over at Revvie, who is laying down, patiently.

Willie finally gets it, and lays down. All is good in the world!

I reach into my pockets while Willie is dancing in a laying position. It can
happen! I've seen it!

I begin.

"One for you, and one for you. (I hand out a chicken strip.) Another
for you, and another for you. (This time, it's beef jerky!) Then, a cookie
to top it all off!

The dogs are so hungry and my heart is full.

I turn around for my quiet time at the computer.

The dogs make it so that I can tolerate most anything I might come across
in my journey thru the day.

"I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart!

Down in my heart!

Down in my heart!
I've got the peace that passeth understanding down in my heart!
Down in my heart to stay!

July 9, 2014

Do you know what spoiled is, as an adult?

Adults that are spoiled get bored.

I'm guilty, lately.

'Lately' is a good key word, because I can change, and I will change.

Geemany Christmas, I'm living on the river with a million things
to do. There's swimming, fishing, walking, agate hunting, and
just plain staring up into the hills and enjoying the beauty,
and... the time.

Anyone who doesn't enjoy time is at least temporarily spoiled.

I remember being bored as a kid. I had quite an eccentric friend.
She was incredibly brilliant and active. Straight A student, of
course, and also held a job at the local paper. Once, (And once
only!) I made the mistake of telling her that I was bored.

"Bored! She repeated in shock. "Bored?! How can you
find time to be bored!?"

I didn't get it. Didn't understand.

Thank Heavens that I learned. I was a late learner, but I learned!

People who go to school enjoy their time off. At least for a little
while. Those long summer days are fun to recall, but I do remember
telling my friend and yes, being bored. That stopped, once school
started, again.

I wasn't bored during the time I lived in Cannon Beach. I worked
at a retail shop and volunteered my time both at nursing homes
(playing piano), and at church. I also played the piano and traveled
with an opera singer.

I'm not a good spoiled person. I don't like boring, so if I'm
bored, I get going with a project.

I wasn't bored when I had two children 13 months apart. That was
crazy time, and the furthest from being bored that I've ever been!
Oh, yes. I remember that time, well. Boredom didn't enter my mind.

Then, I taught piano and raised the kids and did it alone. That
wasn't boring, either. pheh.

But then... I lost most of my eyesight, if only until a surgery
fixed that. But, for that time, oh, was I bored! That was in 1999,
and I started something that would make boredom run screaming.


I can't say it wasn't fun, but my life became so un-boring that
it drove me crazy, and all I wanted to be was spoiled!

What I wouldn't have done for just one day off. In fact, I did
end up paying someone for just one day off a week. On that day,
I often spent my time catching up on ifish work that wasn't online!

And then... then I sold it. I sold ifish in the first part of
2012? I think?

Anyhow, since then, I still i-fish. (As a verb)

Every single morning, and then some. Sometimes, on the weekends
there are no other mods around, and so I moderate. Sometimes,
I moderate all the day long!

But-- when I don't HAVE to. You know?

And when you don't have to do something... like school or work...
when you are retired, or when you graduate school, and you have
freedom in your life, watch out for bad Mr. Boredom!

I see it in retired people so often. I see it in kids who don't
immediately go to college after high school, or in people who
are disabled.

Boredom can so easily lead to depression, and then it's so hard
to get out of!

No worries, there. I'm not depressed, but I am a touch bored,
and that scares me. It's not that I don't appreciate the beauty
that surrounds me, but that I tend to take it for granted a little.

It's time to start that book that I was talking about a year ago
or so. Remember that? I need something that puts a time line in
my life, and that I have to do, or want to do. I'm not very good
at making myself do things. I have to want to, and in order to
want to, I must sit down and begin it!

Then, it will call me!

I was out on the beach with Willie today. It was so incredibly
beautiful! I picked up some driftwood and stuck it so that it
was jutting out of my pockets. I'm going to start another lamp
for a friend. In the mean time, I'm sure I looked pretty silly,
sticks stuck out all over!

After I took that walk with Willie, we came home and went down
to the river to wash the salt off. It was so gorgeous down at
the river. Then, up to the house to dry off. As I walked up the
porch steps, I stopped to take in the beauty of the trees jutting
out of the steep mountain side.

I'm not bored, yet... But, I can sure smell it coming from a long
ways away! I felt so darned spoiled, living here, with not much
to do! That's when the thought struck me, regarding boredom and
being spoiled.

Oh! I remember when I was living in Cannon Beach. I was probably
22 or so, and I woke one morning to gorgeous rays of sunshine
streaming in my window, from the beach. I took a picture, and
when I got it back, I was so astounded by the beauty that surrounded
me, that I wrote a poem about it. It was about not deserving that
beauty and that free time, that early in my life! That it was
for retired people, etc!

I guess being bored and spoiled is a sort of stroke of luck. But,
all the same, I think I need to get going on something.

I just feel like I need to get busy doing something, in order
to deserve this beauty around me!

After all, if the old saying that "Luck is what happens
when preparation meets opportunity." is true, and "a
stroke of luck only lasts so long"- then, we better get going!

July 13, 2014

Alright! I'm not spoiled, any longer! I'm not! I'm crazy busy. That's a good thing, though. It's the old Ying Yang that it seems my life is an example of. The more Ying, the more Yang!

If it weren't for being crazy busy, I wouldn't appreciate the days of boredom and freedom in my life. The freedom to sit back and smell the river and the roses and the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees. (LOL. That was fun!)

It's "spoochy" outside. Spooky, that is. It's morning, but it is dark and hot and humid. Big drops of rain will be hitting my dusty and bug-stuck windshield. "Bet he won't have the guts to do that again!" My Dad would say, as a bug smashed into our windshield. I can feel and foresee strikes of lightning and huge thunderous crashes. Yikes! Nothing more refreshing and exciting than a summer storm! A little spooky, but a lot exciting! I love heat lightning!

I've been super intrigued with the weather, lately. -To the point of downloading weather aps and tornado chasing aps.
I have always been intrigued with wild weather. I learned most of my clouds when I was in grade school, and I have never forgotten them.

I'm learning new ones, though. Like "mammatus" clouds! They are amazing! Ever seen a mammatus cloud? Google them and then select "images"! They happen after a tornado, many times.

I was never good at geography, and I'm learning more about that, also. Not good with directions. I don't know where East, West, etc., are, ever. Not ever! I'm trying to learn. I got really good grades in school. How did I miss geography?

The other day I was sitting with my radar ap, and looking at this and that... Bill was having his five O'clock cocktails, beside me.

I was amazed, as I looked for France. I found it to the left, on my map. "Bill! Do you really have to fly over Russia and ... Iraq to get to France?! I was incredulous. Then, I found it also, and yet closer, to the right! "Bill!" I said excitedly. I found a shorter way! Did you know the world is round!?!"

Yes. I'm that ignorant. Yes, I am. About geography. Uh huh. How can a relatively smart gal not know any geography, and yet get by in life? Of course I knew that the world is round, but I had never really examined it! LOL. I like to laugh at myself. I do!
Go ahead. Roll your eyes. I deserve it! I can play the piano better than you, I'd bet!

But-- A month ago or so, the day that the awful Pilger tornado happened, I was listening to the weather forecast, and they forecast heavy storms for that area, that day. So, I took a peek at the radar, and got all excited. That's the day that I had downloaded this storm chaser ap called TVN or something? Tornado chasers? I was instantly intrigued by it, and I sat watching intensely for about 7 hours, while a team witnessed the Pilger tornado, the double vortices, and the team trying to help with the after math. It was the most intense day. I was shaking. It was like being there. One of those "you can't look, but you can't look away" type events.

Part of me felt guilty for watching and being at all interested in the horrific strength (and damage and even death) that this awful storm caused innocent people, but the other part of me was so intrigued by the fury of what Mother Nature is capable of.

I also could not believe that it was possible to "ride along" with my ipad and a storm chaser, witnessing in actual time, what I did. I was not prepared for the intensity of the situation.

I then anticipated that I would be able to watch these events unfold on the ap every day since, but instead, I've been treated to less intense displays of beautiful storm cloud formations, and hours of lightning storms in the night skies.

Most times, however, there aren't any storm chasers out at all. I am dis a a pointed in those days, but thankful for the safety that the end of the storm season brings these people who choose to live there. I could never live in the tornado belt! I would be a terrified mess. Watching from the relative safety of Oregon is so much better for me. (as if the risk of tsunami and earthquakes are safe!)

Willie has been keeping me busy. We have been discussing how much Willie loves David, my son. I have never seen such brotherly love! Wherever I go with Willie, the only way I can get him back in the car is to say, "Let's go see David" Whoop! He flies in the back seat. Magic!

Willie can't contain the joy he feels when he sees David. It's hilarious. He can't keep still. Willie is like a little girl with a crush on a cute neighbor boy or something. (I would know. I experienced that situation!)

Willie watches the door for him, while he is at work, and when he hears David's car pull up, oh my, oh my! He's a wiggle Willie! Tammy and I discussed it, laughing, and I said, "Maybe Willie loves David so much, because he gets down on the ground with him to play." Tammy says, "I don't know. I can get down to play with him. I just can't get up, again."

That tickled me. How true!

David has been working late nights, and still going to school. He is doing very well, and I'm so proud of him! He is working at BJ's pizza in lower West Linn.

It's not a great job, but it's helping him pay for school. Right now, he's washing dishes. It's not his favorite job, nor do I think it ever will be. I told him he is a ceramic engineer.

Last night he came home, and Willie did the normal hilarious meet and greet. After things settled, I asked David if anything interesting happened, at work. You know, just chit chat.

He replied, dryly. "Yes. I washed a dish and I put it away."

That kid cracks me up.

I have been through a lot in my life. Terrible losses, and lots of medical problems. I must have had 50 surgeries. No lie! I counted them, the other day!

Yet, all in all,
I have a good life. Some people find that amazing. I just find it cool. :) Again. Ying Yang. I have lived thru the worst of times, and the best of times. As bad as it got... as good as it is.
Thank you, Lord, for most this amazing life.

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!

"Marfan what?"
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!

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 dreamed of 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, its' 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 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

(Click on the "see

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 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 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.
Lesson learned.

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 )

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