Vale Curt-Arse: Fish Thursday
He won't be there next April. Rear Admiral Curt-Arse, just 71, died last night. Too young no matter the faults and sins.
He won't be there next April. It will be the first in twenty-four years. The Drunks Over Eucumbene will not be the same.
He won't be there next April. Guess I'll drink in his name.
You don't mind if I cast some?
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He won't be there next April. It will be the first in twenty-four years. The Drunks Over Eucumbene will not be the same.
He won't be there next April. Guess I'll drink in his name.
You don't mind if I cast some?
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| Rear Admiral Curt-Arse |
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posted by Father Park at 8/28/2008 12:56:00 AM
6 Comments:
So very sorry to read of the passing of your dear fishing mate, Mike.
I remember you having mentioned him on a few occasions along with providing the odd pic...
Yes, 71 is way too young to be leaving this world.
Take consolation in all the wonderful happy memories of the times you shared over those 23 years.
Methinks that Rear Admiral Curt-Arse, is probably at this very moment, casting a line out into that great lake in the sky.
R.I.P Admiral.
A shock I must say. He was an ex brother-in-law - with all that baggage. Even so, the fishing always continued. He turned the camphor for the trophy and actually held it this year.
There were plans afoot for an assault on the Barra of Awoonga (at Gladstone) in November. Guess I might have to go anyway...
"You don't mind if I cast some" came from a trip back in '89. Eucumbene had been rising for near five years and had covered hectares of grass. Worms everywhere and cruising fish. The bastard caught one - casting - while I was fighting another. He proceeded to catch another whilst I de-snagged a lure and then, whilst I retreived yet another from a drowned tree, he says in that bastardised Aussie/Kansan drawl: "Hey mate, you don't mind if I cast some?"
And proceeded to bag another bloody brown.
My sincere sympathies, Mike, on the loss of your friend.
We recently 'farewelled' a dear friend who at 51 was just a few months older than myself. Rick died suddenly on 8 August from as yet unknown causes. 'Suddenly', as you'll appreciate, means mostly that you don't have the opportunity to say goodbye, we love you.
Rick suffered since his early 20s from manic depressive psychosis (or bipolar, whatever the witch-doctors prefer these days). Apparently he'd sustained damage to his liver and kidneys from long term use of lithium, as prescribed by his doctor for his illness. So we expect the most likely cause of death was renal failure. The paramedics brought him back a couple of times, but too late to save him from braindeath, so they finally let him go.
He leaves behind his wife and sons, 15 and 11 years.
Maybe I'll do a post on my magnificently flawed friend sometime when my head's a bit clearer on it all.
Again, Mike, my sympathies. I'll join you in spirit in an ale tonight: A toast to absent friends.
I'm about to take the lid off one myself. Will have several tomorrow evening at the local with a couple of others who knew the Rear Admiral.
Been home today looking after Josh who has that bug occasioning the hot chocolate bum, 39 degree temps, vomits and head spins.
I thought I had the hangover...
Sorry to hear abput Rick. 51 is far too young. Look forward to a post on him if you get to it.
Yes, I too am saddened by your friends death.. And at SUCH a young age.
My heart goes out to you Jacob, and Rick's wife and young sons.
Obviously he had a very tough life, poor fella.
For Rick to die so suddenly would have been such a huge shock from
which you would still be coming to terms with.
A post one day, about your cherished friend would be most welcome.. When and if you are feeling up to it Jarcob.
Take care..
Kath
Thanks you guys. So, here's to those absent friends, eh!
And yikes! Poor Josh! (And poor dad...) Here's hoping he's feeling better very soon, Mike.
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