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    Posted: 09 Jul 2011 at 5:20pm
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A TRIBUTE TO TINY COE
 
Be honest to yourself, your family, friends and customers, never get bigger than the game we play and always acknowledge the people that have helped you along life’s journey. What an awesome way to live your life by and these were the principals Tiny adhered to and why he was so liked by all that knew him.


At 39 years of age he had achieved what would have taken most three life times, he was one of the most respected Custom rod builders New Zealand has ever seen and I had the pleasure of seeing this gentle giant work his massive hands around the most delicate of thread work when assembling a rod to produce a work of art.


Tiny was also an excellent teacher and he passed his expert rod building skills onto his young female apprentice Chloe Paterson. Tiny and Chloe would spend hours putting together his high end Synit rods for customs here in New Zealand and around the world.


In the later years he became known as some what of a soft bait guru, this form of fishing had given Tiny a rejuvenated vigor for fishing and I summed up his enthusiasm on several occasions as being like a five year old kid on a sugar overload. He also had an uncanny knack of being a bit of an impromptu comedian and on one occasion suckered a well known charter skipper out of a several hundred dollars on a bet that you could never land a snapper over 8kg on a softbait.


Now as the story went Tiny maths was impeccable when it came to money, so when the Skipper put a crisp new $100 note in a shot class and placed it on the galley table wagering if anyone could land a snapper over 8kg on one of these soft bait rubber thingies he would part with his cash. Tiny slowly but casually rolled a cigarette leaned over to the skipper and said, “Skip was that a hundred bucks for one snapper over 8kg or every snapper over 8kg on a softbait”The skipper simply replied “why”?, Tiny promptly replied “because if it’s the later you gonna need a bigger glass and a heap more $100 notes”   


His dream will live on in the work he started and the skills he left behind.
by 'Men In Black' - Graeme Patterson



The Giant and the Gnome

If you’re like me, and I’m sure you are, you just live to fish with your mate,
With a day on the boat just wetting a line, and to get a few fish is just great.
 
Some fishos treasure their rods and reels, and the lures that they chuck in the briny,
But to me the thing that I treasure most, is my fishing mate I call “Tiny”.
 
We met in a club some years ago, when the subject of fishing cropped up,
“My name is Norm”, this big joker said, as he drained his pint with one sup.
 
This man was truly enormous, a giant of a bloke,
“Whattaya drinking Johnnie “ He said, and I answered “A bourbon and coke”.
 
When he breasted the bar, with his bucks in his hand, I just stared at him with awe.
He’s the biggest bugger I’ve ever seen, how the hell does he fit through a door!
 


Then we started talking fishing, for a start the bull**** flew,
‘Till I stopped and started to listen to him, his fishing he really knew!
 
We got on like a house on fire, talking fishing till closing time,
We both agreed we would go out soon, and together wet a line.
 
“So Norm’s your name”, I said with a grin, you don’t look very norm to me,
From now on I’m calling you Tiny mate, and he said “Aw, we’ll just wait and see”.
 
That name stuck like **** to a blanket, and where ever he does go,
Most fishos all acknowledge him, and say “there goes Tiny Coe”.
 
We met the next week to plan our trip, like a couple of shelias we laughed,
Then I asked “What sort of a boat have you got?”  Tiny said, “A Stabi Craft”.
 
Awesome, I thought, a decent big boat, what really could be neater?
Then Tiny explained that his pride and joy, was only a small two seater!

We’ll be right, he assured me, we’re going, no ifs and no buts,
As I was standing in front of him, my nose level with his nuts!
 
Against my better judgement, though my pants were getting damp,
I agreed to go with Tiny, to the local fishing ramp.

Next day we launched before daybreak, Tiny put me up in the bow,
He hopped in and paddled us out a bit, we were still afloat, Holy Cow!
 
One pull of the cord of the motor, and she started up like a treat,
“Turn around” Tiny said, “and face the bow, hold on and kneel on the seat”.
 
I couldn’t believe what happened, when he gave it full tit at last,
The wind nearly blew my eyeballs in, bloody hell, this boat was fast.
 
No luxury of a windscreen, or dodger could he gloat,
But Tiny’s little Stabi Craft, was a truly amazing boat.
 
That day was a real boomer, we caught heaps and got home quite late,
Though nothing was said, we both really knew, that we’d each found a real fishing mate.
 
From that day on my life has changed, for the better, I must really add,
We fish all the time, my mate Tiny and I, and he now proudly calls me dad.
 
While I’m thirty years his senior, my brain has not grown too dim,
I know a bit about fishing, but I’ve learnt a hell of a lot from him.

We’ve fished right over the Hauraki Gulf, and all of the Manukau too,
In Tiny’s little pontoon boat, which still looks like brand new.
 
I said “There’s a comp on the Manukau soon, and I know of a real decent possie,”
So we drove down the road, looked over the place, and both joined the local Cossie.
 
Behind our backs, we took some flack, we were known as the giant and the gnome,
These blokes all had twenty footers, and could fish many miles from home.
 
“I don’t give a stuff”, my mate Tiny said, “I love a challenge, don’t you?”
“Kinoath”, I replied to my very best mate, “let’s make them all really spew!”
 


At two O’clock that morning, we launched by the Cornwallis wharf,
The giant sitting in the rear, and me up the front as the dwarf.
 
We motored out to our shallow spot, which fishes well when dark,
We hooked up some pretty good gurnard there, and a little schoolie shark
 
As daylight dawned, up came the pick, and we took off at maximum revs,
We knew the spot, the tide was right, to do battle with some trevs.
 
That day as I remember, was really second to none,
We had a ball on the Manukau, on seas flat as a flounder’s bum.
 
We caught some decent snapper, some kahawai, trevs and an eel,
We both used a lightweight Penn fishing rod, with 3kg line on the reel.
 
We turned up at the weigh in, we thought we’d chance our arm,
We had a beer with the rest of the blokes, and had a bit of a yarn.
 
“Howdja go?” one loudmouth said, “I know I’ve got the winner”’
I glanced at Tiny, gave him a wink, and said “just enough for dinner”.
 
Then the weighmaster said, “Final call for fish, and make it pretty smart”,
We went outside, heaved up our bin, when Tiny let out a great fart.
 
They all roared loud with laughter, it really was a riot,
Until our fish all hit the scales, and then they went real quiet.
 
“I really can’t believe it”, said a bloke eating chips from a dish,
“You buggers fish in that tiny wee boat, and come back with these awesome fish!”
 
That day we really cleaned up, and made a serious buck,
But the talk went round the Cossie club, that it was just beginners luck.
 
Now that was several years ago, and our “luck” has continued to grow,
We must be doing something right, as the results do clearly show.
 
So it all boils down to attitude, and not just a matter of fate,
The best thing you can have on your boat, is a bloody good fishing mate!
 
But since writing this poem as the years have rolled by,
My mate and I have stood firm.
Catching plenty of fish, with big messy baits,on a lure or softie or worm.
 
But sadly to say, with a tear in my eye, my bubble of life has just burst.
The news I had to tell everyone, was nothing short of the worst.
 
Tiny, the Giant suddenly passed away, with his mate the gnome left reeling.
Nobody on earth could understand how this loss has left me feeling.
 
No words ever written could express my grief on the loss of my greatest friend.
Our fishing adventures over many a year, have suddenly come to an end
 
But though Tiny wasn’t religious, I know when he met the grim reaper.
He chucked our mate in his heavenly bin, and called him a bloody good keeper.
 
Rest in peace big buddy…..

by John Moran.
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