Off Topic A Tribute to a Fellow Fisherman - Jack Glaves

Gave me my first job picking tobacco on the farm when I was 12. I can remember him hiding in the rows watching for guys slacking then out of nowhere 'wake the f#$^ up dog f$%#er'. Then the New Brunswick boys would be singing 'how much for that puppy in the window' ...good times, R.I.P. Jacky boy.
 
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