Big MARTY!!! He was the first guy to take me fishing. I was just a little guy...maybe 10? I was so damn excited to go fishing with Marty...that evening I slept-walked into my sister Colleen's room...hovered and stared over her in the dark...basically scared the daylights out of her...and I guess mentioned "going fishing"...and she sent me back to bed. I didn't remember a thing. And...Big Marty actually helped me catch my first fish. He gave me a job one year helping him out doing some "mud slingin" as he called it. And taught me just how friggin' hard his job was. The man knew how to build good shit. I'm glad he was a part of my life and am proud to call him my Brother-in-Law. Just a good dude all around in my book. He called me on my shit when it was necessary and listened with a kind ear whenever we chatted. Although we all go our own way in this life and may not communicate as often or at all...I'm grateful to have known him and to grow up around him. As a loving father myself...I have nothing but mad-respect for the guy as his love for his kids never wavered. Lastly, whenever I did run into him he knew that I would arch my back and yell very loudly his name. It always gave him a smle. So this one's for you big guy...... MAAAAARRRRTTTTY! <3