I don't know if it's appropriate for me to chime in here or not, as I've never met any of you personally, with the exception of my friend cvstrat (forum handle). But I have had the good fortune to have experienced a great deal of adventure in the outdoors across our great country, and indeed some great loss as well.
My father once said...
It's the times that we are sitting, watching idle waters staring back at us, that we inherently look out to the horizon, as far as we can see, and something, call it God, or Nature or whatever you'd like, is present. We're not always sure what it is that we're looking at, and more confounding yet, we're not sure why we're even here. But we must believe it's for something good... and those that came before us are there, waiting. We're all very small creatures, unimaginably so. Like single baitfish in a cloud of passage. We shift, change direction, go with the flow, and never question why. The tiny fish that aren't part of the school, are swallowed by life's invisible predators... one's we never see while inside the mass of our peers. But it is just that, the wild curiosities that would cause a single fish to leave the school... and should he be swallowed up by one of life's unseen foes, well at least he has satisfied something that none of the others have known... to have lived by his own terms.
I wish that those of you who knew and perhaps loved your friend, Mr. Zebco, can find the solace in those words that I have found through the years.
He's in every cast, every diving bird, every smell of salty air and every smile that it may bring you all.
Taking a knee for your loss,