Just One More Bite
Mr. Bob was a fine man that appreciated a simple life. He had a great family with two sons and a couple of daughters. A wife and life partner that helped run a antique store out of Jefferson, Tx.
Mr.Bob never wanted for much. Just a healthy family and a limit of fish.
Mr. Bob enjoyed catching a limit of catfish as much or more than anything else in this world. He enjoyed the simple pleasures of canepoling. Just a ball of Charlie on a treble hook and a cork would do him fine.
He became quite a good fisherman during his lifetime. Saying that just 5% of the fisherman catch 95% of the fish.
Mr. Bob belonged to the 5% club.
Mr. Bob had reached the ripe young age of 80. His legs wouldn't carry him very well to his favorite fishing haunts, so he stayed around the antique shop most days.
He would occasionally venture to the local cafe where his younger fishing buddies would taunt him about not being able to catch fish anymore.
"You just don't have it anymore old man" they'd joke.
I think he took those words kinda rough because he WAS no longer in a condition to do the one thing he really loved. CATFISHING
The wife and I purchased a home on the lake. I invited my fishing buddy BobbyJr. to tell his dad to come on up and fish from the bank as it would be easy fishing for him. He could drive right to the water's edge if the yard wasn't too wet.
Bobby told his father and Mr. Bob came on up to the lake to try his hand once again at the thing he loved most.
Mr. Bob came up when the water got high. The wind was blowing into the bank and had the water muddied up. Mr. Bob once again was into the fish.
He came up several times that year when he was able to slip away from the shop. Each time catching his limit.
The neighbors would comment about how methodical and patient he was sitting on his bucket, first flinging out his line and then waiting on his cork to go under.
I hear he was even going back up to the cafe' and letting the fellas know he was still catching his limits. I grin at the thought.
After a sudden illness and short hospital stay....Mr. Bob is no longer with us cept in loving memory.
My hat is off to You!
Glad we were able to help ya out.....with just one more bite!
ps..I think the fish still tremble at mention of your name.
I don't think I have a picture of Mr. Bob fishing, but one of Bobby jr, wife Angie, and daughter Sara.
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Enjoy!!
Mr.Bob never wanted for much. Just a healthy family and a limit of fish.
Mr. Bob enjoyed catching a limit of catfish as much or more than anything else in this world. He enjoyed the simple pleasures of canepoling. Just a ball of Charlie on a treble hook and a cork would do him fine.
He became quite a good fisherman during his lifetime. Saying that just 5% of the fisherman catch 95% of the fish.
Mr. Bob belonged to the 5% club.
Mr. Bob had reached the ripe young age of 80. His legs wouldn't carry him very well to his favorite fishing haunts, so he stayed around the antique shop most days.
He would occasionally venture to the local cafe where his younger fishing buddies would taunt him about not being able to catch fish anymore.
"You just don't have it anymore old man" they'd joke.
I think he took those words kinda rough because he WAS no longer in a condition to do the one thing he really loved. CATFISHING
The wife and I purchased a home on the lake. I invited my fishing buddy BobbyJr. to tell his dad to come on up and fish from the bank as it would be easy fishing for him. He could drive right to the water's edge if the yard wasn't too wet.
Bobby told his father and Mr. Bob came on up to the lake to try his hand once again at the thing he loved most.
Mr. Bob came up when the water got high. The wind was blowing into the bank and had the water muddied up. Mr. Bob once again was into the fish.
He came up several times that year when he was able to slip away from the shop. Each time catching his limit.
The neighbors would comment about how methodical and patient he was sitting on his bucket, first flinging out his line and then waiting on his cork to go under.
I hear he was even going back up to the cafe' and letting the fellas know he was still catching his limits. I grin at the thought.
After a sudden illness and short hospital stay....Mr. Bob is no longer with us cept in loving memory.
My hat is off to You!
Glad we were able to help ya out.....with just one more bite!
ps..I think the fish still tremble at mention of your name.
I don't think I have a picture of Mr. Bob fishing, but one of Bobby jr, wife Angie, and daughter Sara.
.JPG)
Enjoy!!
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