The passing of a real outdoorsman
Well, no magazines knew him, but he was the real deal. Timmy Clemons, fisherman/hunter supreme. He was also my nephew. Tim died of an overdose of narcotics last night while parked along a rural road here.
It will be easy to judge Tim, but you would have had to known him like I have. We fished, two three times a week. Sometimes we'd sit and talk, and he's cried before wishing he could shake the addictions. He was tormented, he was torn. Get him on a stream and he was the Tim of old, predator to the inner soul. But, after he left you for the day,,the draw of the Monkey was too much for him to handle. Last evening he was at my place,,we'd planned to trout fish today. It was going to be a late start, I wanted to go to early Mass before fishing,,but just as I was getting up, I got 'the call.' Now, my best fishing pard ever is gone and I'm a bit at a loss as what to feel,,let alone think.
His dad, my brother, passed years ago when Tim was young,,and I was his dad for the last,,25 years I suppose. I dragged him along on every hunt, every fishing trip, till he was a total expert in the outdoors. He even was luckier than I ever was at taking a big buck,,they just seemed to hunt HIM up. And he loved to Muskie fish,,my Lord did he. Wasn't my game but it was his and he was outstanding at it. I tried and tried to get him back to were the outdoors was worth laying the habit down.
I'm yammering, lost,,confused and not making coherent sense here. I apologize for that.
IF you can keep one, just ONE person, from the addiction of drugs,,,God ..I'm sure...will count you amongest the Saints. Addictions are evil. Real, pure evil. And we all can't fight evil with equal effect. Tim tried, Tim lost. But he is at rest today.
Cheers Tim, you fought a good fight. But do not feel bad, in the end, it's not if we win or lose, but only that we stood to fight the fight in some fashion.
May Timothy Clemons be fishing a top shelf trout run in Heaven right this moment !
I find my meal by finding my meal's meal.