Cody always loved to fish. He would even fish in the canals in the city where we lived as boys, and he caught fish! Those fish didn't always go back in the water. He liked to put them in mailboxes and under wheel wells. I can honestly say all my best memories of my brother is when we were out fishing. I think it was the one thing he could do that truly set his mind at ease and calmed his constant anxiety. Fishing with Cody was never dull. He had the best of luck. I'm not sure if it was his "ciggy magic" where he swears a little tobacco on his fingers lures the fish or if he just had the sense for where to cast his line. He's had a goose attack him, had mink steal his fish, been run off by snakes and all sorts of other mischief occur that only could happen because Cody is Cody. I sincerely hope all who knew and loved Cody can take some time to go fishing. Go up to the lake or down to the river and put a line in. Cody may send the fish your way or he may scare them off, probably a bit of both as it suits him, but he will definitely be there with you.