Before I was born he was working on framing up a house and took a spill from a second story roof and busted nearly all his bones in his hand. As part of his rehab he made this belt. Some of my fondest memories of him were us on Lake Don Pedro and Pinecrest Lake in hills Central California as we trolled for large lake trout. Using lures that he hand crafted and cut from copper pipes he had shaped into deadly effective spoons, we would troll around all day till the limit had been reached and then head back to do the cleaning.
Needless to say, I was extremely honored to be given his belt. I cant think of a better way to remember my grandfather than with a piece of his artwork he used. It is something I can tell my children about and it is a great way to remember a life well lived.