The classic 1950s -era portrait pose was with a cigarette. This is the family favorite. I remember Bob smoking, and holding the cigarette between his index and middle fingers. He would often flick the ash by snapping his middle fingar with his thumb.

Bob wrote this poem on a fishing trip he took with his son Ron and his boys to Canada in 1977. He took many trips, and this was his last one.

I went "tree fishing" with him on the Rideau waterway" near Gananoque, Ontario several times in the mid 1960s. We would cast from the boat to shore with a frog in a harness at the end of the line. the object of the cast was to put the line into an overhanging pine branch, and the frog would drop straight down into the water, where a nice bass would be waiting. At noon we would set camp on an island and cook the morning's fish before heading back.

This trip with Ron and the boys was a special trip, much farther up into the wilds.