Gregory R. Burdick, 34, of Portland, Ore.

PORTLAND, ORE. » Gregory R. Burdick, 34, formerly of Oneida, N.Y., passed away at his home in Portland, Ore. on June 28, 2017. He was a dedicated outdoorsman and skilled fisherman who turned his craft into anart form, and a passionate artist and music lover.

Greg was born on Sept. 7, 1982 in Syracuse, N.Y. to Robert andMary Burdick. From a young age Greg showed a keen interest and fascination in the outdoors. Hewould spend many summer days with his brothers, sister and cousins exploring the rolling hills of the Catskill Mountain farm where his grandparents lived. It was there that Greg discovered his passion for fly fishing. Over the years Greg honed his skills by spending every free moment he had fishing and eventually became a licensed fishing guide on the Salmon River.

Greg is survived by his parents, Robert W. Burdick and Mary E. Burdick of Oneida, N.Y.; two brothers, Ryan W. Burdick (Laura), of Brooklyn, N.Y. and Andrew W. Burdick (Kristen Monsell) of Oakland, Calif.; a sister, Katherine M. Graft (Michael) of Chicago, Ill. as well as aunts, uncles and two cousins.

A private memorial will be held by Greg’s family at his favorite spot on the Salmon River in Altmar, N.Y. The family invites friends to join them in fellowship and in remembrance of Greg on Friday, Nov. 24, 2017 between 4-6 p.m. at the Lakeview Restaurant at the Oneida Community Golf Club (1017 Golf Course Lane, Oneida, N.Y. 13421).

In recognition of Greg’s love of nature and the outdoors, gifts may be made in his memory to The Nature Conservancy of Central & Western New York to support their mission to help protect New York for people and nature.

The Nature Conservancy of Central & Western New York, 274 N. Goodman St. Suite B261, Rochester, N.Y. 14607. Phone: (585) 546-8030. Website: www.nature. org/membership-giving/ more-ways-to-give/tribute-honor-giving/index. htm. Please include “Greg Burdick” in the “Person to be Remembered” field.

“Poets talk about “spots of time,” but it is really fishermenwho experience eternity compressed into amoment. No one can tell what a spot of time is until suddenly the whole world is a fish and the fish is gone.” Norman Maclean, “A River Runs Through It and Other Stories”