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Friday, April 28th, 2006. My best friend, George, and I had been planning this fishing trip for a few weeks. We loved to put in at Pack's Landing on the upper end of Lake Marion in South Carolina. We used slay the shellcracker in April and May! We had no reason to believe that this day would be different from any other day on the lake, but it was.
We had fished for a couple of hours and caught a couple of bass and several shellcracker (we always release the bass, but we keep the shellcracker for the frying pan).
George said he wanted to lay his head down and nap for a couple of minutes, so he leaned back in his seat, had a heart attack, and died instantly right there in the boat.
George's wife, and my good friend, Brenda, gave me George's Camillus pocket knife. I will treasure it as long as I live.
We had fished for a couple of hours and caught a couple of bass and several shellcracker (we always release the bass, but we keep the shellcracker for the frying pan).
George said he wanted to lay his head down and nap for a couple of minutes, so he leaned back in his seat, had a heart attack, and died instantly right there in the boat.
George's wife, and my good friend, Brenda, gave me George's Camillus pocket knife. I will treasure it as long as I live.


