I’ll never forget eating lunch at Moser’s and Pack says “hey Chris, that’s Larapin ain’t it”

I didn’t know WTH he was talking about🤣

The first "run in" I had with Mark was probably around 1992 or so. Me and a buddy were fishing late winter/early spring in the back of Wolf Creek when I see him pull into the middle of the creek with a couple of clients just north of the old road bed, if you know that creek well. We were having a decent day, but what happened the next two hours was almost unbelievable. Mark and his two clients caught well over 40 bass, and I don't remember seeing ANY that were under 4 pounds. I mean they were absolutely hammering big fish. I saw him at the ramp and introduced myself, and asked about it. They were throwing suspending Long A's, silver/black with orange bellys, and he told me their best 5 were all over 8 pounds, with the biggest being right around 9.5. If I hadn't have seen it I would have called "guide BS" on him. Went on several trips with Mark and he was just a really, really down to earth good ol boy. The funniest thing that ever happened to me, or actually him, was on my last trip out with him, probably 10 or 11 years ago. We were on a pretty good jig bite, and since he was such a nut I told my buddy that I was gonna "butt tap" the end of his rod. I managed to sneak in beside him right afterhe pitched his jig beside a lay down, and very discreetly "tapped" the butt end of his rod. BAM...sets the hook on the log, breaks off, and swears it was a giant!! About 30 seconds later we both just about bowl over laughing!! LOL. It took us both about 10 minutes to convince him I had done it to him!!! He finally gave in and swore he'd get me back!!! R.I.P. Mark.

I’ll never forget eating lunch at Moser’s and Pack says “hey Chris, that’s Larapin ain’t it”

I didn’t know WTH he was talking about🤣

I remember his shad spawn pattern. You need 4 things. 1] A point 2) gap in timber 3) shell bed 4] “Freddy” which was a heron. Find those and you could wreck them. Most were over 5#. We caught them on a Jackal Mikey.

Mark ran the boat up the lake, looked at points and said “there is Freddy”. We never noticed the shell beds before.

Breakfast to start the day. Always an early lunch.

Another trip the weather was miserable. Every time Mark went to hit the start button on the boat it rained. We got talking about ribs at the Country Tavern. I thought he was about to drive the boat over the damn to head that way…lol.

Always good to spend a day with him. He knew every stump in the lake.

You explained my last trip with Mark to a tee. He would fly by shellbeds one after the other until we found one with Freddy on the bank where he would fly in and shut down and we would proceed to get out arms worn out from big fish smashing his MPack Swim Jigs.

Never met the man but seeing all of the post about him, he was not only a very good angler, he was also a great man who had made a positive impact on the people he met and became friends with.