Thank you all for the condolences. Mac and I hung out for almost seventeen years, for ten of them we were pretty much inseparable during Red Drum seasons on Paramore....... I caught my first Red ever with mac (outside the breakers, boat) AND my first surf caught Red. As many said about the old man at the service, (he was 73 when we first fished), he loved people who loved what he loved, be it quail hunting or fishing. In his last few years dementia had taken the ability to carry on meaningful conversations with him but the spirit was always strong and he would sometimes remember days we fished clearly. He would always greet me with "you been catching anything".......
On the day of his funeral my good friend Dennis, who fished with us often in Virginia, came up and we fished 3 hours early in the morning, kind of in remembrance of all the times together on the beach. About twenty minutes after we arrived one of my rods went down good, it was my first black of the season. I'm sure there was some kind of spiritual connection. In my truck I had several large photos of Mac for the funeral display which I dropped of at his house, along with the fish. It was almost enough to make a guy turn religious.
