This is my friend Dave. He caught this fat belly cod on my boat 13 years ago. The night before he broke up a fight between two giant fisherman at Gilbert's pub in Camden. He had just finished canoeing the Allagash solo and had a chest full of muscle. When the two knobs got into it, he intervened by jumping one from behind and giving him a big bear hug. The situation resolved. Dave was the hero. The next day, after two hours sleep, we went offshore and caught some fish. An old friend, a good friend. I owed him.
Btw, what is it about old friends? Time passes. People move on, drift apart.
One of the saddest things is losing touch with great friends.