
Originally Posted by
Pete
There's been a few over the years. Burges Meridith had owned a house on the hudson river in Nyack NY. It was a great spot to fish, except the grounds keeper and security guard would chase you off the property. The grounds keeper started yelling at me one day, and instead of running off the property, I ran out into the water. He insisted I had to vacate the area, and I insisted they didn't own the river and I could fish from the water. As this was going on, here comes Mr Meridith laughing his butt off. He told the grounds keeper to go back to work, and called me onto shore. I recogonized him right off the bat, and we chatted for a while. He told me that I could fish there any time, and would inform the security people and grounds keepers.
A few times I was there, he came down and hung out with me, and we would just shoot the breese. Hell of a nice guy.