Time Passes, Memories Linger

ukzero1

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I feel the same about some of the fisheries I frequented with my dad when I was a mere nipper. Some of those fisheries have been filled in and built on, others have changed hands and become 'syndicate' members only (at £400 plus a year). 2 more were filled in by new owners and turned into BMX rally cross type thingy's. Heart wrenching mate.
 

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@mickthechippy ....Had a few really good mates/fishing companions like that over the passing years mate.(y).....Have felt blessed to be in their company and been left with a lifetime of good memories. :)

Rest in peace Mr Perry......
 
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Everytime I go fishing I think how lucky I am as so many of my fishing companions are no longer around to enjoy it and I have a cast for each and every one of them.
 

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i lost my father in law 3 years ago who i met on the bankside went coarse fishing, fly fishing which i never got into and then sea and boat fishing he wanted to do, miss the banter who is going to catch first fish and biggest fish and the journey home what we did wrong not getting biggest fish on boat
 

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the 2nd of September was the date I first fished the Dorset Stour - 1973 and the day I started work - 1974. As I've been retired 10 years as of next month just where did the decades go?
 

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As I've been retired 10 years as of next month just where did the decades go?

Next time you get shaved, look hard in the mirror at the lines in your face, the bags under your eyes and the 'crows feet' appearing at the sides of them. Take notice of the six pack that's turning into a full keg. That's where the decades go mate (or is it just me?). :eek:
 

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This is exactly why I say enjoy yer sen, it is miles easier to be happy than trying to make yer sen look good making people’s life’s a misery, ya are a long time dead and it’s creeping up on all on us.
 

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Thankfully Mick, the memories are almost always good despite the pain of losing good friends.
Just thinking back over the years of the forum we have lost the likes of Trev (Ziptrev) Manning, Hayden Borthwick, Steve (Bluey) Robinson, John (Bucko) Buxton, John (Esox.20), Dave (Cleggy) Senior, Ian (Pellet Grinder) Barrow. Harold (HarryOatcake) Bolderson and recently Tony(Teepee) Prentice. All of them along with others sadly no longer with us such as Mick (Mr Kipling) have left their mark on this forum and it's members.
I just hope they've left us a few good swims up there when the time comes to meet them again.;)
 

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.........I just hope they've left us a few good swims up there when the time comes to meet them again.;)

......Further to your last sentence above.....Remember having a similar conversation with Mr Frank Dower (RIP) a good mate from years back, clumsy as they come, heart of gold, but what a character. :giggle:......On the subject of 'good swims' in the afterlife etc.....He retorted "I'll still draw the same rubbish pegs and sod up the 'fliers' and I'll have to wait for you for a while to return to sort out my tangles!..."....Bless his size 11's:giggle:......Rest in peace my dear friend. :)
 

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I was totally gutted at the death of a very good friend that I fished against in many a match..Jan Porter. The fishing world lost a legend that day.

Jan owned his tackle shop in Hucknall Notts when I was in school. We were always in there buying bits and bobs and he was always decent with us and asked us what we were fishing for / why we needed that kit etc. Never felt he just took our money. Im sure we were a pain in the arse sometimes. Remember him and his brother ( I think) Dave in the shop fighting and having a brew. Wish I'd got some of the Jan Porter rods he had in there....messaged him a few times on twitter too and he always responded. Once saw Frank Barlow in the shop too and we were awestruck.
 

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Jan owned his tackle shop in Hucknall Notts when I was in school. We were always in there buying bits and bobs and he was always decent with us and asked us what we were fishing for / why we needed that kit etc. Never felt he just took our money. Im sure we were a pain in the arse sometimes. Remember him and his brother ( I think) Dave in the shop fighting and having a brew. Wish I'd got some of the Jan Porter rods he had in there....messaged him a few times on twitter too and he always responded. Once saw Frank Barlow in the shop too and we were awestruck.

He was quite a good all-rounder too and what you saw on his vids and on tv is how he was in real life. I really miss our times on the bank. Happy memories though, and they won't fade.
 

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Just found out that a fishing friend of mine passed away last week, unfortunatly due to other commitments I won't be able to make his funeral, but my opening day for next season is now already planned it will be a 350 mile trip to the River Wear in Durham where I will probably spend the day catching bugger all and remembering a good mate
 

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One of my worst memories was finding Seankp dead in his bivvy at the Hartleton Soap dodgers fish in 2014? Did my head in for a while with guilt. Lovely bloke and a superb angler. Another good friend was Sidewinder Dave(MANDY, WHERE'S ME BREW). ?
RIP both and all the other MDers who have passed on.
Between my fingers, Sidewinder Dave and Seankp.
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Lost a few friends over the years, Harry Naylor, (Gentleman Angler....) Arthur Elsom (lovely little lad,) Norman Frere... (taught a snot nosed little git how to fish) Bill Cooke (top match angler and all round gent)
then there's the loss of places, bulldozed, filled in, built upon, raped for resources....

"The wonder of the world, the beauty and the power, the shapes of things, their colours, lights, and shades; these I saw. Look ye also while life lasts." (Alexander Morton)
 

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Saw this poem on Facebook. Sums it up really. Got a piece of grit in my eye now!

The Cranky Old Man.....
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. . ME!!
 

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Saw this poem on Facebook. Sums it up really. Got a piece of grit in my eye now!

The Cranky Old Man.....
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. . ME!!
What wonderful words.
 

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One of my worst memories was finding Seankp dead in his bivvy at the Hartleton Soap dodgers fish in 2014? Did my head in for a while with guilt. Lovely bloke and a superb angler. Another good friend was Sidewinder Dave(MANDY, WHERE'S ME BREW). ?
RIP both and all the other MDers who have passed on.
Between my fingers, Sidewinder Dave and Seankp.
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Happy days though, Mick.
Happy days.
:cry::)
 

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I was totally gutted at the death of a very good friend that I fished against in many a match..Jan Porter. The fishing world lost a legend that day.

I was chatting to Jan a few days before his passing, he apologised and said " gotta go Trogg, feeling a bit done in mate" ...... my last words to him were "yer gerrin old pal" his reply.... "less of the old you git", those were the last words to me from a great man who would go out of his way to help an angler, especially a youngster.

I was in the attic this morning, digging through some stuff when i cam across an old red and black efgeeco box, i opened it and my heart sank.... my lads "fishing hat" was still in there carefully wrapped around the mitchell md60 reel i'd given him last time we went fishing.
 
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