Club Member's Fond Memories and Tributes to Dan
Dan you are forever missed but never forgotten
As I look back over the years, it’s difficult to pick a moment that stands out over all the rest because there are so many good memories to choose from. We met 36 years ago and we had something in common….fishing. So six of the now ten, formed our club that many years ago. In that amount of time, every trip had a few moments to reflect back on. So to this day they still bring a smile and some laughter to me. One that comes to mind is one night at dinner, our steak night, one of our members, was sick, too much beer, and his cooked steak sat on the table in front of Dan & I. We finished ours’, and looked at that lonely steak sitting before us waiting to be claimed. Simultaneously we both stabbed it with our forks, looked at each other for a moment wondering which one of us was going to prevail. Finally, Dan said ‘OK”, we’ll split it. We each finished our half chuckling at Mark’s loss. That story has been told several times over the years and I will always remember how much laughter that brought to both of us. God bless you Dan, I miss you brother, and your memory will forever be with me.
Dave
Terry
Danny, tell me again why you threw the fish basket over the boat, with my big bass in it and didn’t tie the rope off to the cleat….. I love you so much man !
Wayne
The first time that Dan and I went out fishing together on my Skeeter Bass boat, we had my boat cooler fully stocked with Buds and Genny Lights. We pulled up to our first fishing spot and Dan grabbed his fishing rod and a Genny Light and moved up on the back platform and "eased" onto the pedestal fishing seat in the back of the Skeeter. Dan, being ever so resourceful, noticed that the top of the "big ol' Johnson" outboard was just about the perfect height and reach. along with being flat enough to work as awesome spot to keep his beer very handy. Well I was not all that happy about a beer resting on top of my motor cover, but being a relatively new member, I did not want to say anything about it to Dan, but when we moved from that fishing spot to the next one, before Dan could get into his seat and get his beer up there, I tilted the moter up to such an angle, that the beer would not sit flat there and Dan was forced to move his beer. It took several fishing spots for Dan to say something and we both had a laugh about it, but needless to say he figured it out. We'll toast to the memories my friend. RIP Mark