Originally Posted by
surfwalker
My partner, who I called Mr. Bacigalup and I've known since I was a teen, is still around, but now only casts to trout at the edge of a lake, took me all over the place to plug the salt. The Vineyard, all points in Jersey, Montauk, and some other crazy places. His humor, knowledge and just plain good times made the shutouts more enjoyable.
On those hitless nights he had the ability to sneak up on me and tap the butt end of the stick and then watch me go into my act like it was a Bass, laughing the whole time.
Or the time we were going to the Vineyard for 5 days and he told me to bring my own food and drink, got mad at me because all I brought were 4 cases of Bud and 8 bags of Butterfingers for myself (long time ago).
Or the time we were on a club boat trip and he dropped his pole in the water, never even got excited about it. I said to him, "Did you just drop your pole in the water?" And he casually responed "Yeah, why?" I told him you're supposed to hold onto to it." He says,"Big Deal, I'll just make another". I proceeded to drop my line down and I snagged it for him and brought it up. We were both shocked. This happened twice in two different years.
I could go on, but I'll save them. Time passes, he no longer makes the walk with me, just in memory. We voted to dissolve the club this year after 30 something years. Our contact is not as often as it once was.
As I stated before, I may walk alone, but I"m never lonely, the memories are my company. Thanks