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Maureen Duncan posted a condolence
Monday, November 23, 2020
Jim will always be loved by all the Kernan’s. I am so very sad to hear this news. My condolences to all of Jim’s family. He will certainly be missed.
I’ll see ya when I get there, Jim.
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Maureen Kernan Duncan
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Ed Andrews posted a condolence
Monday, November 23, 2020
Jim and I first met in the 3rd grade at Pioneer Middle School 1970. We played together during recess, lunch and after school along with all the other kids. After school we played little league baseball together. Back then all the players got was a tee shirt that said Lincoln/Pioneer and a baseball hat, no cleats, no fancy gear and the baseball fields were pretty rough. We played in our Levis and Converse tennis shoes. Definitely a different era and A real fun time in our lives. I remember Jim’s mother Judy picking me up and driving us to baseball. We rode in the back of her station wagon that had windows in the roof! I remember I thought that car was so cool. Judy is a very special mother that deserves a lot of love and consideration with her son’s passing.
In the 5th and 6th grade I went back to Lincoln Elementary and lost track of Jim a little bit but was reunited again in the 7th grade at Washington Junior High. Jim and I both loved fishing and the outdoors and so our friendship really began as we always had so much to talk about. In high school Jim and I went fishing all the time once we got our drivers licenses. I remember many times getting out of school at 2:30 in the afternoon in the fall and having our fishing gear with us ready to go. We would drive down to the Toutle river and fish for Salmon for a few hours before dark (before Mt. St. Helens erupted). Or, we would go down to Capitol Lake and stand on the bank casting spinners until dark catching and releasing dark king salmon. This was essentially a competition to see who caught the biggest fish and Jim definitely brought a competitive element to recreational fishing always refining his skills and paying close attention to the smallest details so that he could out catch anyone else on the water. And so Jim’s incredible fishing life began at a young age. Over the next 40 years Jim and I became best friends. We went on countless hundreds of fishing trips and camping trips together. I could fill a very large book with fishing stories of Jim and I that young fishermen these days would not relate to or even understand. Maybe someday I’ll write that book. When I think back about all the countless trips to the Queets, Hoh, Clearwater, Humptulips, Wynoochee or Satsop rivers on the Olympic Peninsula in the 1980’s and 90’s the size and sheer volume of fish we caught was unreal by any of todays standards. Jim and I fished year round no matter what the weather was. I remember several times Jim and I driving up to the Queets during big storm events just so we could look at the river and marvel at the sheer volume of brown muddy water coming down the valley and the giant trees and logs rolling by. We weren’t there to fish it was just us wanting to be there to witness the reshaping of the river valley because we knew when the river subsided and became fishable again we would have to learn a whole new river all over. Historically good fishing holes would no longer exist and we would need to find the fish and master the river once again. Jim was an expert at this and he lived for that challenge. This was his life and he was an expert at it. Jim also fished countless other areas one particularly special place was the lower Chehalis river fishing for spring king salmon. Jim again mastered the river and spring run and filled many salmon punch cards there. Jim also invited me many times to fish with his dad Daryl in the ocean for Salmon and Tuna. Daryl has an equal love of fishing and has mastered ocean Salmon and Tuna fishing. It is easy to see where Jim inherited his love of fishing when they are together. Being with Jim and Daryl fishing in the ocean provides you with a level of experience not known to many and gives you a special sense of security and reassurance. Daryl Jensen is an especially generous man and this quality was been passed down to Jim. Jim has treated me very generously over the last 40 years treating me to countless fishing trips, giving me salmon and tuna, fishing gear and most recently with the knowledge of his terminal cancer diagnosis Jim gave me two of his favorite fishing boats knowing that they will be in good hands and be used as he intended fishing his favorite fishing holes. For all of your generosity and kindness Jim I will be eternally grateful. I will not let you down. Each time I land a salmon or steelhead I will be thinking of you. Jim’s unexpected cancer diagnosis was tragic and extremely sad. Jim and I spoke at length about this in the last months and he told me that he had no regrets about his life and was very thankful about all of the wonderful experiences he had and he knew that he experienced a lot of things that the vast majority of people never get to see or experience. Jim told me he was grateful for his life and the people in his life. Life is hard to understand and sometimes with a tragedy or hardship you can find something positive or learn a lesson or find a silver lining. Jim’s generosity for me ended with his greatest gift of all. Because while Jim was in the last months of his life Jim’s sister Jennifer and I were unexpectedly brought together to care for him as if it were all meant to be. Jennifer as it turns out has touched my heart in a way I have never felt before in my life. Jim and I spoke about this and was very happy and I have never been happier. Thank you Jim for the greatest gift of all.
I could go on and on for days about Jim and our 40+ year relationship but the tears make it impossible to keep writing at times or to even think. So, I will end my thoughts here. Jim, I’ll miss you so much and I love you Buddy, always.
Ed.
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We are broken hearted to lose an incredible man that we were lucky to have in our lives.
"Any man can be a father but it takes someone special to be a dad.”
This quote always reminded me of Jim, my step dad.
He was a father to my siblings and I, an animal lover, a great fisherman, a total goofball at times and Papa Jim to my kids.
He came into my life when I was a baby and never left. Even when my mom and him separated we stayed close and he even gave me a place to live when I had nowhere to go. He taught me so many responsibilities. He helped me get my first job, taught me to drive and even bought me my first car (and made me pay him back... lessons right?) he also helped me get my first professional camera. He always believed in me and was just a phone call or visit away for advice.
I was lucky enough to be a daughter to him. I am thankful I was able to see him a couple times recently.
I am thankful to know that he loved me as much as I did him... and I am thankful for the memories of him that will always live on in our family.
He taught me that you don’t have to be blood to be family. He raised me as his own and I never doubted the love of a father from him.
I will always remember our camping trips, fishing excursions, him teaching me to drive (even though he was terrified of my driving), late night Fear Factor and Oreo binges and his constant loving support.
May he finally rest.
Fish on, Jim.
I love you forever.
Love your baby, BrenDawg.
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Alex Etherington posted a condolence
Thursday, November 19, 2020
I met Jim while fishing on a friends boat @ Westport oh probably 10 years ago. We had a great day fishing + met Jim's Dad the same day. From then on we fished talked on phone alot and was kinda the go to guy for a lot of fixes + maintenence on both Darrels × Jim's boats. Jim's fishing ability was the best I have to say I've ever seen. I don't care if we were at a place with no fish Jim would find a way to invite one to his hook. Our friendship grew over the past years + Jim loved my wife Debbie's Carrot cake, or just about any sweet she made for Jim after or day of fishing. I've never met a more generous loving + caring individual who would do anything for you . As I would for him. We had some wonderful times this summer driving to beach with Angel his dog thst was able to run + play. Always having some Shopping Kart chicken + a blizzard from Dairy Queen on the way back home. I loved you like a brother + will always thinkof my friend everytime we cross the HogHole @ the end of the south jetty in Westport where he caught the biggest King caught here in the past few years 38lbs. Tight lines to you my friend till we meet again. I got the net .
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Kirsten Markstrom posted a symbolic gesture
Thursday, November 19, 2020
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On November 9th one of the most influential people in my life went to heaven. My stepfather Jim was a incredible person. A few months ago we found out he had cancer and it quickly and aggressively took his life. He was still so young.
Jim helped raise us since I can remember. Us kids were very young when he met my mom. Many of my childhood memories involve him. Hundreds of camping and fishing trips. He taught me how to bait a hook and reel in the big ones. He loved animals and specially wildlife. He always taught us that pets were a great and lifelong responsibility, similar to kids, you never give up on them. He called us his monkeys, the motley crew, as well as many other nicknames he had for us.
Jim would take me fishing for for my birthday just him and I. It was some of the best and funniest memories I have of him. One trip we both caught fish at the same time. We pulled the boat to shore and reeled them both in. There were two guys on the bank that had been fishing that hole all morning and hadn't caught a thing... and here we came down the river in Jim's drift boat and had two on our lines. He taught me how to clean a fish that day and I cried because the fish I caught was a mom. We gave the eggs to the guys on shore and wished them luck. On the ride home he explained to me the circle of life. I'll never forget the smile Jim had after we caught both those fish at once.
During my awkward teenage years I went through a TLC phase and he would call me K-Boz. When I ran away from home, he picked me up and took me to my dad's house. When I was ready to come home he picked me up and brought me back home without even questioning me about it. He taught me to work hard and to save my money. He took me for my driver's ed test and sold me my first car, a Mitsubishi Montero for 1,200.00. I remember feeling so proud of how hard I worked for that money when I handed it to him and he handed me the keys.
When my husband Ryan and I started dating, one of our first dates was a fishing trip. We both caught a fish at the same time and I remember thinking this is the man I am going to spend my life with. He reminded me of the best parts of both my dad's. A year later I got married to my husband and Jim was there too. Ryan all ready had a son when we got married but that was no worry of mine. You see Jim taught me that you don't have to be blood to love and raise a child as your own. And I've loved my stepson just as Jim loved us kids. Unconditionally as my own. He taught me to be a better parent without my even knowing it. I think part of him was scared for me and part of him was really proud when I got married. He was always there for me in life, in good times and bad.
I remember when being pregnant with my son Jack, I heard the name Fisher and ended up making it Jack's middle name because it reminded me of Jim. Jim was the greatest fishermen I'd ever known. He always will be. I will never forget him or the amazing, funny, stern, but loving man that he was.
A few weeks ago I brought my kids up to Jim's house. The house he helped raise us in. It was so great to see him. He couldn't believe how much my girls looked like my sister and I. They are about the age we were when Jim and my mom met. He got a really big kick out of it. Cancer started to take him fast though and we weren't able to visit as much as I would have liked. I got to see him the other week to say goodbye and it was so hard. I'm so glad I got to say goodbye though. We even reminisced about that double fish fishing trip.
I wish I could have had more time with him. I'd give anything to go on one last fishing trip with him again. I won't get that though so I'll have to honor him by teaching my girls to fish the way he taught my sister and I. By being firm but loving with my kids so that they learn respect for others and themselves, like he taught us. And by loving them unconditionally to the moon and back. Just as he did us 3 monkeys. I love you Jim and I wish I could say that to you just one more time. I hope you're fishing in the clouds of heaven and that you're catching all the big ones up there. Maybe if I'm good enough, you'll save me a seat. RIP J-bull. You will always be loved and missed and never forgotten. Until we meet again.
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