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Hey all,

I found this forum and that my father (RIP; found out in March after being able to reconnect with my paternal uncle Dave) was here or at least known.

Lars S. Hawk. I'd like to know as many stories of him as possible since reconnecting with him is not possible now. You know, to see how we're similar and all that (besides fishing! Gotta catch me a good fat bass at least several times a year). And hell maybe even a picture of him since I've never seen one.

Thank you!

i believe he was on the other site a lot- went by grampa-old-spook.

Thanks - I posted there. Here's to hoping!

Your uncle Dave has posted here as Bassmaster if that helps

Many, many more posts on SOL. Even have an award there named after him.

Yes - he was big over at the other site.

Good luck, dude!

speaking of a Lars
i was hunting down images and stumbled upon this

originally posted by stripin line

you are a walleye.......
Lars--a Norwegian from Cook County in northern Minnesota-- was an
older, single gentleman who was born and raised a Lutheran.

Each Friday night after work, he would fire up his outdoor grill
and cook a venison steak.

Now, all of Lars's neighbors were Catholic.....and since it was
Lent, they were forbidden from eating meat on Fridays. The delicious
aroma from the grilled venison steaks was causing such a problem for the
Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their priest.

The priest came to visit Lars, and suggested that Lars convert to
Catholicism. After several classes and much study, Lars attended
Mass.....and as the priest sprinkled holy water over Lars, he said, "You
were born a Lutheran and raised a Lutheran, but now you are Catholic."

Lars's neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday night
arrived, and the wonderful aroma of grilled venison filled the
neighborhood.

The priest was called immediately by the neighbors and, as he
rushed into Lars's yard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold Lars,
he stopped in amazement and watched......

There stood Lars, clutching a small bottle of water which he
carefully sprinkled over the grilling meat, and chanted: "You were born
a deer, and raised a deer, but now you are a walleye.