Joseph L. McCarthy

I will forever remember my Dad, George Carson's, best friend and hunting buddy. Rest in peace, Mr. McCarthy.

As always, every hunting season I think of you and my dad, your hunting buddy. RIP

Every fall I still think of Mr. McCarthy and the November mornings that he and my Dad went hunting. My little brother and I would get up early and have donuts and milk while my Dad put on his orange hunting cap on his way to have an early breakfast with Mr. McCarthy. I keep the pictures of the two hunters in a frame in my living room. Thanks to his daughter, Karen I can often enjoy these memories. Karen Carson

Every fall I think of Mr. McCarthy, my dad's hunting buddy. On crisp November mornings, my little brother would lace up my dad's hunting boots in the kitchen while we feasted on milk and donuts. His daughter sent me pictures of the two hunters proudly displaying their catch. Now they're enjoying breakfast for eternity.

I remember how Joe would be getting ready for trout season about now. He always brought joy and laughter with him. A good friend that I miss.

Karen: While going over yesterday's obits in the radio studio, I just noticed your dad's. Keeping in touch with you and your dad over the years has been a special way of remembering my own dad since they were hunting buddies. I still have the pictures that you sent me. Incorporating them into the play will be a living memorial for both of them. My condolences to your whole family.

So sorry Jen. My thoughts and prayers will be for you tonight.

To all of Joe's family. I was saddened to read of Joe's passing. He was good friend and I will always remember our time together. He was a joy to be around and could light up a room with his wonderful attitude and humor. May he rest in peace and I'm sure he will find the best trout stream in heaven.