Joseph Allen Carriveau
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Joseph Allen Carriveau, 45, of Columbia passed away March 9, 2016. Joseph was born on January 21, 1971 in Port Angeles, WA to Rodney and Susan (Eikum) Carriveau. Joseph will be missed by all his friends and family members.
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I’m so sorry for your loss! I just found out about Joe tonight. Thoughts & prayers to his family.
Joe had a nickname. I used to call him Creek Chub. Not really sure how that got started. Probably because he knew the creeks we fished together as well as the fish did. He had a nickname for me too, It was Weez. Joe and I were fishing buddies, and he was one of the best anglers I knew. In his younger days, he was hands down the best at tying flies I’ve ever met. Anyways, Joe and I were supposed to go fishing one weekend in February. Probably on the Maries river for small mouth. We had recently met and fished together a few times. I was going to school at Mizzou and had a girlfriend who lived in Warrensburg. Valentines day fell on a Saturday that year and I hadn’t realized it when Joe and I made our plans. I bailed out on our fishing trip and went to Warrensburg. The next week I stopped in to see Joe. He met me with a smile and said, “you weaseled on our fishing trip”. Joe had a good smile, kind of like a cat that just ate a canary. He forgave me, but for twenty years afterwards I was known to Joe only as Weez, for weaseling out of that Valentines day fishing trip.
Joe had his struggles in life like most of us do. He was a very good friend to me. We drifted apart over time but usually talked once in a while. So many good memories fishing, camping, and laughing together when we were young. I miss you Joe.
Your ole friend,
Weez
Joe and I were fishing buddies a long time ago when I lived in Columbia. I only recently learned of his passing.
A week ago, John Gierach, self-declared Trout Bum and a favorite author, passed away. Joe and I and another good man, Brian Luce (AKA Weez), used to read John Gierach’s books and stories. We would quote Gierach and reference his stories as we fished water all around Missouri. We romanticized about living the life Gierach portrayed.
When I learned of Gierach’s passing, I got hit by a wave of nostalgia and immediately thought of contacting my old friend Joe. A few mouse clicks later I came upon the very sad news. I lost two people that influenced my life in one day.
Joe was the best fly fisherman I ever met. He could cast a Thud Bug, Joe’s version of a big fat fly for bass, all the way into the backing. He tied beautiful flies. I swear when he fished, his flies were magnetized. I’d be on the bank trying to untangle myself and he’d be 50 yards downstream pulling in trout in rapid succession; with that huge smile on his face.
I remember, Joe would sometimes need to borrow money; for a pack of smokes or some groceries. Anybody that lent Joe money knew darn well they would never get paid back…but you lent him the money anyway; because Joe was Joe, a good friend and an authentic Trout Bum.
I moved away from Columbia and didn’t get to fish as much for a long time, but I did get to talk to Joe a few times over the years. It was always a good light-hearted conversation. I’ve since moved to upstate New York and raised two boys, now in their 20’s. I get to fly fish with both of them and they both know all about Joe Carriveau from the stories I tell them about the good old days. I hope they both find their own Joe.
I still have a couple of those Thud Bugs. I will never fish them.
Joe, I think of you often and fondly.
Your Friend,
Bakes (AKA Snaggle Trap)