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Karl and my father were good friends, and remained that way even after my Dad took Karl on a fly-in fishing trip to Candada. A friend and I drove up with them, but we flew into a lake and stayed fishing there for a week. Dad and Karl went down a wild river. When they flew out, they were pretty busted up and exhausted. They even had their shoes duct-taped together! But Karl was still all smiles from catching a few really huge brook trout! We'll miss them both.
Sherry Pethers
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June 12, 2013