Talk:John Lookabaugh/@comment-108.25.69.95-20171030144930

"Big John" and my father were friends from their teenage years through adulthood. Both lived in Millville, NJ and loved to fish togetherfirst in fresh water and ultimtaly in saltwater targeting big game species. He was a kind and compassionate man of strong moral and personal ethics who gave me a fishing rod that I treasred 50 years ago. My father invited him fishing where he caught his first white marlin. Big John's comments the whole time he fought the fish were "its on the wall!" An amazing man he died too young, at the age of 70, of prostate cancer. He was one of two people who my father, as an only child, considered a brother. My father, who passed away 12 years later, missed their Tuesday night get togetherswhere they raised some hell and generated some laughs.