Chuck Birdwell
After both Cecil and I both moved back home , we reconnected and picked up fishing again. He was a heck of a fisherman. For the first couple of months I would tell him I didn’t know how to clean a redfish so he would clean em till one day I had was in a hurry to get home and grabbed my knife and started cleaning a ted. He just stood there looking at me with a “you so snd so” look on his face. Man we knocked em out for a few years. Then we got old. I will miss him.

