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Post by Clipper on Nov 18, 2022 12:58:18 GMT -5
Today is Dave Griffin's birthday. It doesn't seem to be that long ago that he was an active member, an fountain of knowledge of an unending range of subjects, and kept us perpetually entertained with the wonderful stories he wrote, many of which were published.
His last active post was in April of 2017. I am sure that he is missed by all of us who knew him and enjoyed his wit and his wisdom. He has been gone for 7 years.
I contacted his wife Carolyn a couple of times after Dave passed away just to see how she was doing. I last spoke with her about 4 yrs ago and she was having some health issues of her own. I tried to call her recently and the call would not go through.
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Post by clarencebunsen on Nov 18, 2022 16:40:28 GMT -5
I re-read The Monk in the Attic recently. We cleaned up a lot of our old books for donation, but I could not part with it.
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Post by Clipper on Nov 18, 2022 17:03:25 GMT -5
I re-read The Monk in the Attic recently. We cleaned up a lot of our old books for donation, but I could not part with it. I never bought the Monk in the Attic but I still have his instructional book on Fly Fishing. It is among the books on a shelf by my bed, and I have picked it up and skimmed back through it a couple of times over the years since he sent it. It was quite helpful to me in learning how to cast a fly line. I can almost hear his voice when I think of him. We spoke on the phone several times and he and Carolyn stopped here for lunch once on their way to Myrtle Beach. We spent an hour or so chatting at Perkin's. The photo that is my profile picture is a photo that Dave took in in the Parking Lot at Perkin's when we were getting ready to leave. My 2005 truck is in the photo. I think the photo might have been taken around 2009 or 2010 shortly before I traded it for the red 2010. |
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Post by BHU on Nov 18, 2022 17:19:35 GMT -5
I re-read The Monk in the Attic recently. We cleaned up a lot of our old books for donation, but I could not part with it. I never bought the Monk in the Attic but I still have his instructional book on Fly Fishing. It is among the books on a shelf by my bed, and I have picked it up and skimmed back through it a couple of times over the years since he sent it. It was quite helpful to me in learning how to cast a fly line. I can almost hear his voice when I think of him. We spoke on the phone several times and he and Carolyn stopped here for lunch once on their way to Myrtle Beach. We spent an hour or so chatting at Perkin's. The photo that is my profile picture is a photo that Dave took in in the Parking Lot at Perkin's when we were getting ready to leave. My 2005 truck is in the photo. I think the photo might have been taken around 2009 or 2010 shortly before I traded it for the red 2010. He wrote a book on fly fishing & authored The Monk book? |
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Post by Clipper on Nov 18, 2022 17:40:47 GMT -5
He was a prolific writer and story teller. He published several books of short stories as well as the fly fishing book. Dave was a man of many talents and as an avid fly fisherman he was prompted to write the fly fishing book. I was always an avid trout fisherman and have walked just about every mile of the banks of the West Canada from Cast Bridge to Noblesboro over many years. We were chatting once about fishing and I told him I was never able to master casting a fly line. One day shortly thereafter a small package arrived with the Fly Fishing book enclosed. Trout fishing in that area, along the West Canada and in several spots along the Oriskany Creek and Black River is one of the things I most miss since moving here. Fishing here sucks unless you are a bass fisherman. I used to fish bass tournaments with a club from the base and have hundreds of dollars worth of bass gear in multiple tackle boxes, but I lost interest in fishing the TVA lakes around here and we sold our boat many years ago now. It is just not the same as it is in NY. People here think a great fishing trip is taking spoiled chicken livers and stink bait, dropping a line over the side of a boat and sitting there for hours in the dark of night with a Coleman lantern drawing every flying, biting insect in the state of Tennessee, bored to death and waiting for a bite.  |
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Post by BHU on Nov 18, 2022 17:55:28 GMT -5
Yep, I use to fish the West Canada quite a bit years ago, but never learned to fly fish. Wish I did cuz when those flies are hatching you can stand there all day & not get a bite. When I bought my boat most of my fishing was for walleye on Oneida Lake. I had to trash the boat a few years ago when the transom rotted & it wasen't worth the cost to fix it. I parted it out & made a pretty good buck selling whatever I could on ebay & CL. I still miss it.
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Post by clarencebunsen on Nov 19, 2022 10:13:05 GMT -5
An error on my part, the book is actually Monk in the Cellar. It starts a bit slowly, just short posts. The later posts become much more expansive. He published it that way, one bit at a time like an old serial novel.
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Post by chris on Nov 19, 2022 15:06:44 GMT -5
He was a prolific writer and story teller. He published several books of short stories as well as the fly fishing book. Dave was a man of many talents and as an avid fly fisherman he was prompted to write the fly fishing book. I was always an avid trout fisherman and have walked just about every mile of the banks of the West Canada from Cast Bridge to Noblesboro over many years. We were chatting once about fishing and I told him I was never able to master casting a fly line. One day shortly thereafter a small package arrived with the Fly Fishing book enclosed. Trout fishing in that area, along the West Canada and in several spots along the Oriskany Creek and Black River is one of the things I most miss since moving here. Fishing here sucks unless you are a bass fisherman. I used to fish bass tournaments with a club from the base and have hundreds of dollars worth of bass gear in multiple tackle boxes, but I lost interest in fishing the TVA lakes around here and we sold our boat many years ago now. It is just not the same as it is in NY. People here think a great fishing trip is taking spoiled chicken livers and stink bait, dropping a line over the side of a boat and sitting there for hours in the dark of night with a Coleman lantern drawing every flying, biting insect in the state of Tennessee, bored to death and waiting for a bite. I miss Dave and his stories. Happy Birthday in Heaven Dave. 🙏🏻❤️ |
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