If you are reading this it means I finally kicked the bucket.
First of all to those people that don’t like me! You can all go kiss my a$#! You are all a bunch of f#%*$@% losers!
From when I first flew into Kodiak on a beautiful June morning in the early ‘70s with nothing but a sea bag, I caught a ride into town in the back of a pick up. As we came around the corner at Gibson Cove (Deadman’s Curve) I knew this is where I had to be.
Over the next four+ decades I was fortunate enough to have had so many great times and memories. A few bad. I had a good run, and a lot of fun.
So to my close friends, all the fishermen I was lucky enough to have worked with, worked for, and next to over the years. To most of the skippers and crew that worked for me. To the people in the canneries who I worked for and who helped me through the years. To all the waitresses in the places I ate at for putting up with my a$#. To all the Kodiak businesses that I dealt with over the years. Thank you all of Kodiak for giving me such a wonderful life and good times.
And finally to my wife, Nancy, and daughter, Kelly, for moving to Kodiak many years ago and letting it be part of your lives. Kelly, getting to help raise you and watching you grow up was truly the greatest joy of my life! Thank you both for putting up with all the crap I managed to bring into our lives.
So, Kodiak, thank you all again and farewell.
See you all on the other side,