Bernie had a heart of gold. I first met him when I started working for Alberta Pork and was introduced to someone I thought was just another smarty-pants Englishman. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Our friendship flourished as he mentored me through my fledgling career change, but particularly through our common love of fly-fishing and Scotch. Along with our wives, we spent some fantastic times, eating, drinking and most importantly, fishing. He was also responsible for introducing me to fly-tying. The Scottish in me was excited by the prospect of saving hundreds over bought flies.
Bernie was more of a big brother than just a friend and I will miss him and the many great trips we will not now have. Rest well, old pal!