I lost my fishin Buddy and a good friend he was much older than myself he had fished the lake for decades , he died in a car accident on the way to go fishing in Florida that happened about 4 years ago he had a house in downtown pt clinton we stayed in when he died I went up by myself one time and I could not stop thinking about him I almost stoped fishing , but about that time I met a new fishing buddy and I am now the older guy with all the lake exsperience (so he thinks ) its pretty cool how life works thing out