Tom
Ironic that I write this as a friend passes in the same building as my daughter was born. I guess it was 1990 or so… I was at it 6 days a week at Murray Brothers making lures and ringing sales on the register. I first knew Tom as 02- Waterdo. The 02 designation as a top tournament boat client account that the computer recognized for volume discounts. Waterdo was a typo from the upstairs office who missed the G. We had oodles of clients but Tom stood out as he took interest in not just all the tackle but the people who worked in the store. For him it was more than just some bait and tackle shop. It was a place he could be friendly with people.
He could see past my smile that I was not fulfilled with the land based job but never rubbed it in. When I broke free from those walls and made the water once again my office he was there to help. That was a great thing about him. Others who had achieved his level of success were slow to help the guy struggling to get back on the water, be it in private work, charter or tourney capacity. Hell, some would turn their back if you tried to strike up a conversation. Not Tom.
Tom was one of those, who like me, moved with the fish instead of waiting for seasons to bring them to him. Often we wound up on distant docks a couple slips apart. Hatteras, Ocean City, Cape May, eve remote islands in the Bahamas. Always good to see a familiar friendly face. Competition or not I never once had a cross word with him on or off the water. Never saw him really have a cross word with anybody.
Lots of memories through those twenty years. A stand out would include him backing me up in Cape May as I had another lure seller getting threatening to get physical. His approach that day was simply “You’re not going tp touch this guy as long as I’m standing here…” No chest beating or direct threat just a very mature and calm approach to diffusing a potentially bad situation. Later that tournament that other lure man had engine trouble and Tom jumped right in to help.
Another stand out day was off Ocean City… I was on the maiden run with a small boat and we had bowed up a grander… My mate was on the rod. Tom stayed close in case we needed a hand. With a charter aboard himself he offered us any assistance we might need should we choose to boat the fish. We wound up releasing but appreciated the offer. Days later was some very rough condition. He called frequently to make sure we were ok in the big water with the small boat. On the way home he came off course, slowed down, and allowed us to ride in his wake where it was smoother and safer. At Hatteras he was good enough to show me safe routes through the cuts there.
That was the kind of guy he was. The list of anecdotes could go on and on but I think you can see that was truly a great thoughtful mild mannered gentleman. I think about how his passing came about. A freak accident illustrating oh so clearly there is no such thing as routine. Fishing is a full contact sport and all too often it claims one of us. Taking a guy like Tom though just hurts that much more. He loved what he did. Making memories and putting smiles on his passengers faces was what it was all about.
Like all of us here I’m going to miss that smile. I’m going to really miss having someone who was so easy to talk with. I will however have something to carry me forward. The memories and the appreciation of the good fortune I had in spending those last twenty years with somebody of that caliber in my life. I raise my glass to you Tom Henry. Thanks for the great ride…


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