My friend Peter Dalton Fox was buried yesterday, he was 55. While I don’t know the details of his passing, it was sudden and unexpected. He died at his home. Rest in peace, Peter! He was an eccentric hobo and a meticulous electrician who passed too soon.
I spent a restless night remembering camping trips, train rides and drunken revelry with my friend peter. He wired my basement for the audio/visual business that we ran out of it for 5 years. “You want twelve 20 amp circuits? Sure I can do that no problem!” I can’t help but to think of him every time I flip a switch or plug in something.
Waking up at 4:30, I decided to go fishing, an early morning sneak! This trip would be in memory of Peter! Walked the gods and tried to spy a meteor but the clouds cover was too thick. Left a note (bonus points) and hit the road by 5. On the way up the Blue Ridge escarpment I saw a brilliant meteor streak across the early dawn sky. The only Perseid sighting of 2012 for me, so far.
I was on the water by eight and it was actually chilly, and thought of fall entered my mind. The early morning pulse was just receding and I had hopes of finding active fish feeding in the riffles. The fog was thick and I was isolated on my stretch of river. Back in the day, Peter and I took camping trips into the Nolichucky Gorge, staying up late, listening to the coal train pull up the grade while drinking whisky by the campfire.
Nothing spectacular came out of the river, a few decent browns, but mostly smallish rainbows. I fished nymphs in the morning down low and dry flies in the afternoon up high. I got irritated by some guy who played a small fish way too long, and others who encroached too close, I got low holed and high holed. Hammered in to a small run I made the best of it and caught dozens on puff daddies. Took a break when the evening pulse hit, drank a beer, poured a sip and went back to the river anticipating magic, got none.
Gone but not forgotten, Peter Dalton Fox, July 21, 1957 - August 7, 2012.
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