March 7, 1931 ~ December 2, 2016
If you ever met my father, he was one of a kind, but, I guess every son would say that about their father, but he really was one of a kind. His passion for fishing was unbelievable. And boy did he catch fish. And his strength was unheard of for a man his age. Sometimes I would go with my father on the 'Captree Princess' and people would come up to me and say how much they adored and admired his strength and stamina. Pop never got seasick no matter how rough it was. He used to feel bad for the people who got seasick, but, also poked fun at them at the same time. He used to say good chum. He took that same passion into wood carving. He was good at that too. I could go on and on, I'm going to miss him. He touched alot of lives, especially mine. I know he will always be with me. Rest in peace dad and as the rest of the world knows you as Pop. It's hard for me to say good bye but I guess I'm spoiled I thought you would live forever. You will live forever in my heart and thank you for being you. You meant the world to me. Your son, Dan.