My dear Grandpa, my teacher of fishing and hunting, and the one who was most proud of my decision to serve in the U.S. Navy. Throughout my whole life, I’ve always known my Grandpa to be the master and authority on all of the outdoors. This was never questionable to me, as some of my favorite memories were the fishing trips with him. Although I did some things to really make him mad, I know that he always loved me in his heart. You will never be truly gone to me, I will remember all the advice and tips you gave me forever and someday pass down some of what I’ve learned from you.
I’ll never forget when his favorite Erie fishing pole at Green Lick was pulled into the water and lost. Another incident was at the trailer at Lake Erie when he warned me not to step on the porch, so instead I jumped out onto it and went right through the boards. “I told you not to step there!” One funny memory was my first turkey hunt with Pap and Rob. He sat us down at the top of a hill and told us to wait while he flushed some turkeys out. Before he knew it, Rob and I already had our lunches and drinks out making too much noise. His lunch was a can of Vienna sausages cooked over a fire starter log! There are many other little memories, like the first time I tried sardines with him in his basement or the first time I had cinnamon toast.
Some of the best conversations I had with Pap was our Navy talk, he sure loved to talk about where I was going on the ship and all the details about it. I felt happy and proud to talk to him about it. The bond shared was one that never needed to be spoken. My Grandpa Auer is the truest man I know, and there’s no doubt that he loved Rob and I and he never had to tell us. He’ll always be with me, every time I cast out into the water, and every time I walk into the woods on a cold early morning for a hunt.
I love you Pap, you will never be gone or forgotten.