Angus Hinson succumbed to cancer after a long and arduous battle and that battle is why he is one of my heroes.
He never gave up and it takes a strong person to persevere through such times in his life.
Over the past couple of days I’ve thought a lot about Angus. He was one of those people that you just couldn’t help but like. It always seemed to me that he went out of his way to make you comfortable when you were around him.
Over the years I’ve had many interesting conversations with him, usually following a Quincy Rotary Club meeting.
My memories of Angus go back a lot farther than the Rotary Club.
When I was a senior in high school, his wife Sheryl was just starting her teaching career at James A. Shanks High School.
At the time Angus was in the Marines and the Vietnam War was still in full swing.
As you can imagine, Angus was the topic of many conversations in that class.
Thankfully he came home safe and sound.
It was also in Sheryl’s class that I was called to the office where I found out my father had just passed away.
Angus was a mainstay at Wilson Company in downtown Quincy after the service and when I went there to shop, he always waited on me.
Like today, I wore polo-type shirts back then as well and Angus had a stash of those types of shirts set aside.
“I got them right here,” he would tell me and open a couple of drawers with several colors in my sizeneatly folded away.
It was special to me then and still to this day, I remember, how he treated me all those years ago.
No one has ever loved to fish and hunt any more than Angus.
He loved the river, the lake and the woods. I considered him like my old friend Jack Wingate, to be the consummate outdoorsman.
Many of our conversations over the years centered around those topics and I know if there is any place in Heaven for an outdoorsman, Angus was there Friday afternoon.
One more thing about Angus that helped him be one of my heroes.
Each year Angus did something that I thought was very imortant. He ran an ad on Memorial Day in honor of those from Gadsden County who died in Vietnam. It was important to him that although they were gone, that they would not be forgotten.
As much as he loved the outdoors he loved his family even more, and it showed.
I believe that is why he put up such a valiant fight against cancer and never gave up.
Knowing Angus I am sure that every moment he won was worth the effort so that he could be with his family just a little longer.
I will miss him and so will many others. And when I wet a hook down near Soapstone on Lake Talquin I’ll surely be thinking about the last time I saw him there. There were two or three poles hanging over the edge of his boat and he was pulling in one of those “Talquin” hand-size bream.