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Fishing the "Pipe" with him on a rainy, raw windy May day. Like today. Catching fish and looking like drowned rats, smiling the whole time.
Reading his, numby and stiffy's barbed filled posts and knowing the love and respect that was behind all that.
His impromptu lectures on fishing, like drinking from a firehose, so much knowledge in that man's head.
Taught me HOW to read Daignault's books . How information was hidden between the lines.
Man, I'm gonna miss Flap..but I'm very grateful that our paths crossed.
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