Greetings. Some of you might remember Salmo Fario, who was an occasional participant in this forum. Salmo was otherwise known as John W. P. Mooney (I, Frank Dodge, am otherwise known as his son, Brian). I'm saddened to say that John passed away early Sunday morning, March 9, 2008. He was 72.
I didn't know until today that my father went by the name Salmo Fario. It is a perfect name for him. In searching through this forum, however, I see that Salmo hadn't posted in quite some time. Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to fish in an even longer time. But he constantly thought about fishing, and participating in this forum and emailing with and thinking about the friends he made here helped give him the hope that there was still a chance he could get back out on Green River to cast for browns, or someday have a second go at a school of bonefish. Hope was all he had to go on for a long time, and I thank you all for providing it to him.
Dewey, I believe you made my father a fly rod a few years ago. This was a tremendously generous gift. He spoke of it often, and your immeasurable kindness helped my father endure. And, in a sad time, it is helping me to endure.
I grew up fishing with my father, and I realized a little while ago that I know my hometown more by the water than by its roads, but I know my current home more by its roads than by its water. My father has left me and my wife his fly rods-- including yours, Dewey-- and his tackle, along with his fly tying materials. With them, I hope that over time I will again know my home by its water.
Thank you all.
Brian Mooney
I didn't know until today that my father went by the name Salmo Fario. It is a perfect name for him. In searching through this forum, however, I see that Salmo hadn't posted in quite some time. Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to fish in an even longer time. But he constantly thought about fishing, and participating in this forum and emailing with and thinking about the friends he made here helped give him the hope that there was still a chance he could get back out on Green River to cast for browns, or someday have a second go at a school of bonefish. Hope was all he had to go on for a long time, and I thank you all for providing it to him.
Dewey, I believe you made my father a fly rod a few years ago. This was a tremendously generous gift. He spoke of it often, and your immeasurable kindness helped my father endure. And, in a sad time, it is helping me to endure.
I grew up fishing with my father, and I realized a little while ago that I know my hometown more by the water than by its roads, but I know my current home more by its roads than by its water. My father has left me and my wife his fly rods-- including yours, Dewey-- and his tackle, along with his fly tying materials. With them, I hope that over time I will again know my home by its water.
Thank you all.
Brian Mooney
