112 BIG GAME FISHING JOURNAL |    November/December  2001    |    http://bgf-journal.com A fter the shocking events of 9- 11-01,  like  most  people,  I was  overwhelmed  with  the images of horror, the fear of, “What next?”, the anger and outrage at what had occurred on our soil, and the urge for vengeance. I spent the next two days dealing with the reality that our world had changed. Life could not be the same as it was before the planes hit the World Trade Center Towers, the Pentagon and that field in Pennsylvania. How was this going to affect my children and grandchildren? My wife? My life? I spent two days glued to either the televi- sion or radio.As a retired firefighter my heart tugged at me to drop everything and get to Ground Zero. I needed to be involved. On Thursday morning, September 13, I was on my way to the office and heard a plea  from  the  Hard  Rock  Cafe. The Manhattan restaurant was supplying hot meals to the workers in “The Pit” around the clock and desperately needed food. As  a  recreational  angler  in  Southern California at the end of a very successful season, I knew I had 800 pounds of tuna in my freezers. I also knew my fishing buddy, Earl Durham, had about the same. I called Earl and asked if he would give me some of his fish to ship to New York. After some discussion, a few phone calls to other fishing friends and a post on http://www.internetfishing.com, Fish4America was born. In the next 48 hours, Earl and I fielded dozens of calls from guys want- ing to donate fish.We identified and prioritized the challenges.We had to collect the fish, keep it frozen, get it to a central freezer for pack- ing,  acquire  packing  materials,  and  get  it  shipped  to  New York— overnight.We also had to arrange for someone to deliver it in New York, all at a time when access to the area was severely restricted. Overcoming the logistics involved every spare minute.The thoughts, fears and anger of the first days after the attack were replaced with a focus to the task at hand and a resolve to meet the challenges.We were on a mission! By  Saturday,  the  15th,  there  were  a  dozen  volunteers  and  2,500 pounds of fish in my front yard.We loaded the frozen filets into Earl’s van and headed to New Fishall Bait Co. in Gardena, Cal., to pack and store the fish. Kent Williams, the owner, had agreed to let us use his facil- ity, his trucks and his network of tackle shops to collect, store and pack- age the vacuum-packed filets.The only question left—the flight to New York—was answered less than an hour later when my cell phone rang By Chuck Robinson Next Page ===> CLICK HERE Chuck Robinson, left, and Earl Durham, bottom, need your dollars and your frozen fish to help the workers and the dis- placed victims of the WTC disaster. Drop them an e-mail from their website and let them know what you’ve got and they’ll let you know where they want it shipped. A CALL FOR HELP © 2001 Offshore Informational Publications. Reprinted with permission. Next Page ===> CLICK HERE