
Originally Posted by
Hershey102
At the end of our lives the important things have a way of sorting themselves out. Last year I had the opportunity to meet a request and take a fellow fishing one last time. He was in the latter stages of a terminal illness and hadn't been fishing in 40 years, but apparently never lost the love of it. Perhaps it was divine intervention, but he caught all of the fish and I got skunked (happily). He died 3 weeks later. His widow cherished the photo of him holding a bass he caught that day. In my book, this fellow had his priorities straight.