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Yeah, I was thinking of Dad too. I lost him in January of 2004- six weeks after Mom; which seemed terribly wrong then- but not so much now. He got me into my first stripers when I was 4 years old- trolling in the Westport River. I can still hear how he laughed when he pulled up oyster shells as I reeled in the schoolies- telling me until the fish flashed at the boat that I had hung up bottom... The last (fishing related) memories were of him asking me to give him a call on the way home from a trip, to "Let me know how you made out"... I still catch myself reaching for the phone once in awhile as I'm rolling home with fish in the cooler... I really miss having him on board with my son and I when we fish for fluke, as that was his favorite fishing. I'm glad he got to fish with his grandson though, and at 89, he lived a full life, God Bless Him....
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