If this post goes against any rules, please feel free to take it down. I am not very familiar with the ins and outs of this forum, and the nuances it holds. I learn about everything here only through osmosis, and my late grandfather's love for the craft, and everyone here.
In many of his posts, I was referred to as Greggors granddaughter. I was his fishing companion ( and coho photographer) for many years now, and we were the dynamic duo. I was fortunate enough in my life to be blessed with an amazing grandfather, who taught me many things in my life. A love for fly fishing, a love for gardening, for golf, and anything in the great outdoors. He taught me as much as he could, about putting a rod in my hand. We had so many more plans for this upcoming coho season, and plans to raid the beaches again once the time came.
However, on May 6th, I lost him.
Suddenly, and unexpectedly. Quite frankly, I'm lost. But what I do know, is that he loved this forum. He showed me all of your photos daily. Your stories about a sea glass man with sea glass hands. Of men and women so full of knowledge he'd consume with such enthusiasm. He was always here, and always reading. Always happy to report back to me on all of the happenings.
Which is why I wanted to come here, and share with you all how much this forum meant to him, and how much you all made him and I laugh. This place was something special for him, and for me, as much as I don't know. This account is a menagerie of all of the things he loved, and many of the people he cared about.
I'm the last of this duo. The one who now has the rods and reels with not too much experience to go off of. But I'm going to try. I want to keep the tradition alive, as inexperienced as I am with a fly rod. I know it's what he'd want from me, and I know with each cast he'd smile; as awful as my technique is. God knows I'll need some practice.
Thank you, all of you. For giving my grandfather such an amazing place to be a part of. For making us laugh, and sharing your knowledge. I know he'll be out there catching coho somewhere, and someday I hope to catch more with him again.
May you all catch your biggest fish, and never lose your favorite flies.
- Cameron, granddaughter of Greggor
In many of his posts, I was referred to as Greggors granddaughter. I was his fishing companion ( and coho photographer) for many years now, and we were the dynamic duo. I was fortunate enough in my life to be blessed with an amazing grandfather, who taught me many things in my life. A love for fly fishing, a love for gardening, for golf, and anything in the great outdoors. He taught me as much as he could, about putting a rod in my hand. We had so many more plans for this upcoming coho season, and plans to raid the beaches again once the time came.
However, on May 6th, I lost him.
Suddenly, and unexpectedly. Quite frankly, I'm lost. But what I do know, is that he loved this forum. He showed me all of your photos daily. Your stories about a sea glass man with sea glass hands. Of men and women so full of knowledge he'd consume with such enthusiasm. He was always here, and always reading. Always happy to report back to me on all of the happenings.
Which is why I wanted to come here, and share with you all how much this forum meant to him, and how much you all made him and I laugh. This place was something special for him, and for me, as much as I don't know. This account is a menagerie of all of the things he loved, and many of the people he cared about.
I'm the last of this duo. The one who now has the rods and reels with not too much experience to go off of. But I'm going to try. I want to keep the tradition alive, as inexperienced as I am with a fly rod. I know it's what he'd want from me, and I know with each cast he'd smile; as awful as my technique is. God knows I'll need some practice.
Thank you, all of you. For giving my grandfather such an amazing place to be a part of. For making us laugh, and sharing your knowledge. I know he'll be out there catching coho somewhere, and someday I hope to catch more with him again.
May you all catch your biggest fish, and never lose your favorite flies.
- Cameron, granddaughter of Greggor