YumaJames
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My father just passed away, at the strong happy age of 91. Yes, 91. He was a friendly, stubborn sharp-minded retired farmer who never rested. He loved fishing, spent most of his life tormenting fish at this one lake called Island Lake up in Canada, it was truly HIS lake. My mom and him spent about 20 winters in Yuma, AZ, made a few trips to Rocky Point, and fished a little out of San Felipe.
I've followed in his path, keep a boat down in Rocky Point, and absolutely love fishing the waters around there. My girlfriend gets mad sometimes when I go down there and fish so much, but after my dad's recent death I think now she realizes a little more why I love it so much. And maybe now I do too.
This is a poem my family found in memory of my father, and wanted to share it with everyone, especially the fisherman/fisherwomen out there:
I've finished life's chores assigned to me,
So put me on a boat headed out to sea.
Please send along my fishing pole
For I've been invited to the fishin' hole.
Where every day is a day to fish,
To fill your heart with every wish.
Don't worry, or feel sad for me,
I'm fishin' with the Master of the sea.
We will miss each other for awhile,
But you will come and bring your smile.
That won't be long you will see,
Till we're together you and me.
To all of those that think of me,
Be happy as I go out to sea.
If others wonder why I'm missin'
Just tell 'em I've gone fishin'
Delmar Pepper
Taken just after his 91st birthday, this is a picture of my Dad my sister took a few months ago in his boat at his lake up in Canada. Still driving his own truck and loading and unloading the boat himself (you'd help him but you didn't have to), my sister and her husband spent the day fishing on his lake and as they got close to shore she snapped this pic. After this the lake froze over and this is him waving good bye to his lake for the last time.
I've followed in his path, keep a boat down in Rocky Point, and absolutely love fishing the waters around there. My girlfriend gets mad sometimes when I go down there and fish so much, but after my dad's recent death I think now she realizes a little more why I love it so much. And maybe now I do too.
This is a poem my family found in memory of my father, and wanted to share it with everyone, especially the fisherman/fisherwomen out there:
I've finished life's chores assigned to me,
So put me on a boat headed out to sea.
Please send along my fishing pole
For I've been invited to the fishin' hole.
Where every day is a day to fish,
To fill your heart with every wish.
Don't worry, or feel sad for me,
I'm fishin' with the Master of the sea.
We will miss each other for awhile,
But you will come and bring your smile.
That won't be long you will see,
Till we're together you and me.
To all of those that think of me,
Be happy as I go out to sea.
If others wonder why I'm missin'
Just tell 'em I've gone fishin'
Delmar Pepper
Taken just after his 91st birthday, this is a picture of my Dad my sister took a few months ago in his boat at his lake up in Canada. Still driving his own truck and loading and unloading the boat himself (you'd help him but you didn't have to), my sister and her husband spent the day fishing on his lake and as they got close to shore she snapped this pic. After this the lake froze over and this is him waving good bye to his lake for the last time.
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