The Beaver Creek All Stars lost its captain this week.
It’s with heavy heart that I announce the passing of my good friend and neighbor, Greg Davis.
I first met the man in the late 80’s when Jeff King couldn’t take my dad and I out king fishing. Jeff set us up on a trip with Greg.
Oh boy, what a character.
Greg was a very talented fisherman. His ability to speak his mind was like no other. He would say whatever he wanted, regardless of gender or political persuasion. He called balls and strikes, often in very colorful language.
Greg stopped guiding not too long after I first met him. He loved guiding, but not being one gave him more time to go fishing, especially with his wife Terry.
Greg and I reconnected years later when Jane and I bought Beaver Creek Cabins. Greg and Terry own a cabin up the creek from us and as he would pass our dock we’d talk. He always had a nugget of wisdom to share with me. It was always appreciated, especially when I was running on fumes during the peak of the July fishery.
I know I’m not alone when I say Greg was one of my best friends. He had a lot of friends. Heck, everyone on Ames Rd can say he was their best friend and they’d all be correct. Greg connected with people in a genuine and authentic way.
I spent a lot of time with him during the off-season talking fishing and hockey. Greg and Terry’s cabin, “the Sports Pub”, is the neighborhood gathering spot to watch the Stanley Cup, the World Series, and the Super Bowl.
I’m going to miss our weekly conversations. Whether it was on the phone, texts, or emails, it was something I looked forward to. We didn’t always solve the world’s problems or fix the anemic power play of the Sharks, but it was sure fun trying.
Beaver Creek will not be the same without him. The void is impossible to fill.
Circling Back…