I was one of Gary's dealers for about fifteen years. Fun guy, even more fun to travel with. He was a hopeless flirt with the young ladies he'd meet along the way, and virtually every one of them enjoyed his attention. We were at the Oxbow on the Miramichi and Gary played a CD of Rodney Dangerfield. We laughed so hard we had trouble sleeping that night. In the morning, Debbie, the owner of the lodge, informed us that Rodney had died the night before. It spooked all of us, but to Gary it really affected him big time as Rodney was his all-time hero. No e-mail, no website, no computer, no checking account, no cell phone, no credit cards, not even a drivers' license, yet he still found a way to get fishing, even in Canada. Man, we'll miss him and miss his leaders. Rest in Peace!