Frank Durand was a friend of my parents from the late 1960s - 1980s. Thanks to their friendship, we got to go fishing with Frank in his camper when I was 8 years old. That's when I fell in love with fishing and the area above Bridgeport. I'm sorry for his loss for his family, but he will always live on-- and every time I go to Bridgeport with my husband and we go trout fishing, I think of that camping trip my family did with Frank. It's a great childhood memory.
I was fortunate to have meet Frank (Pops) more than 35 years ago spending time fishing, camping with him and his sons. Pops taught me about patience when it came to fishing and life which I try to abide by to this day. He will be missed by one and all who had the unique pleasure of calling him or her their friend. Pops their is a big trout or salmon waiting for you.
Frank and I were occasional bridge partners in the early 60's at the Fairchild Semiconductor bridge club. He had a great sense of humor.