Gone Fishing With Uncle Bob
A Tribute To Uncle Bob
Many years ago, I would pick up Uncle Bob up and take him fishing to the river or lake. I can still see the broad smile on his face as he carried his poles and tackle box to the car. We had gone fishing together many times. The last time we went, old Bob was a little more mellow.
He was usually in a comical mood and would tell me tales about how he use to catch Carp in his younger days and give them to the colored ladies in north Richmond. He told me they would say, "Lordy mercy Bob, dem some fine lookin' fishes." They would always give him a share of the cooked fish. He said,"Them women can cook that carp so delicious, it will make your tongue slap your brains out."
Bob would always toss his hat to the spot he wanted. He told me on the last day we went to the lake together, "I don't want to go to heaven, I want to go fishin'." It wasn't long after that when Bob got sick. A few months after he died. I wrote a song for him.
To hear the song
- Gone Fishing
A song written for old uncle Bob. May he always have peace on the river banks of the heavens.
Brookville Lake, where we often went fishing.
I use to follow his path many times down to the river
He would take off his old red hat, drop it by a spot and sit there
Laying back watching two poles every time saying
Them pearly gates will have to wait you know when I get to heaven
Cause while everybody is wondering around
Talkin' bout what is missin'
Me and Saint Pete will be headed back down
Lookin' for a place to go fishin"
Uncle Bob, somehow he knew that his time was near
One day he said he was due to be leavin' here
I had a thought when he passed away, I knew he was fine
Looking up...imagining the gates, I pictured a sign, "Gone Fishin'"
I'll never forget him.
Bob is one of the wonderful characters I've been lucky enough to cross in the paths of life. He was my ex-wife's uncle. He adored my stepdaughter, Nikki, and my step son, David. They both loved him dearly and would always give him hugs.
Every time I stopped by his house to take him fishing, his grin was a wide as Brookville Lake.
I don't think old Bob ever stepped through those pearly gates, unless there was a good fishin' hole on the other side.
Brookville Lake, a wonderful place to go fishing. We often fished in coves of the lake.
© 2010 Tom Cornett