Bob Hill and his wife Shelly

The Fishing Guide

By Kenneth Peterman

In Memory of Captain Bob Hill

His face and hands were weathered and lined

From so many days of sun and brine,

Khaki shorts and fishing shirts,

And things that cut, sting, bite and hurt.

Taking care of us could take awhile.

But, he always did it with a smile.

He never complained just too much pride.

He was Captain Bob, the Fishing guide.

Catching fish and telling tales.

Sometimes in bays or ocean swells.

He’d help you out and give advice.

And share with you his Paradise.

He’d have for you a place to sleep

And even cook your catch to eat.

Each time you’d leave he’d shake your hand

You had no doubt he was your friend.

To say he’ll be missed would be understated.

Hearts are heavy and smiles sedated.

But he’d want us to put our sadness aside.

He was Captain Bob, The Fishing Guide!