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In Memory of Barry Mitchell
I’ve fished with him on his beloved Blackstone, fought through the willows on Jackson’s land on Stauffer, camped with him and his long-time fishing buddy Don Andersen at Lundbreck Falls (I didn’t have to talk at all on those trips), and floated down the Red Deer River in various boats in the fall. We’ve fished the spring creeks in Montana. To see Barry, with his baseball mitt size hands, deftly tie tiny flies on 7X tippet was a thing of beauty. It helps to be a fly fisherman to appreciate it.
He knew his craft. He knew fisheries better than all the politicians and most of the civil servants who are in charge of fisheries. He loved the outdoors. He lived to enjoy life, to go hunting and fishing, not to fill his bank account. He shared everything. He was a philosopher. He adored Ann, Matthew, Jennifer, Clare, Eve and Grant. He always had time for others. He was a happy man. He was comfortable in his own skin. Barry was the very definition of a good guy.
Post by Richard Pallister. Barry Mitchell's official obituary can be found here.
6/21/2016 08:04:55 am
I met Barry in 1980 at the red deer sportsman show he also had started the fishing guide.He was a awesome man always willing to help, we were friends until I left in 1991.
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