What can I say about Robert Marine? Well, clean off your reading glasses, here it comes. We were
just snot nosed kids when Bob came to stay with us. I don’t know why, but I was sure glad. He spent quite a bit of time with us and we loved it. He was living with us when my Dad got his arm
smashed in a machine at the paper mill. Workman’s comp paid little to nothing back then and with
a family to feed, things were pretty tight. I remember Bob asking Dad if he could borrow his .22
and Dad saying sure. We always had meat in the house ( Bob used to call it high speed beef).
Dads feet were messed up from a free trip to the Philippines in WW 2 so he didn’t hunt. Bob took
Me deer hunting, stood me next to a brush pile and told me a buck would be coming around about
8 o’clock, from the right so be ready. Boy was he ever wrong. It was more like 7:30. I’m going to skip around now so bear with me. Bob and Dad used to go fishing on Lake Superior in a 16ft. aluminum boat. Everyone said they were crazy for running trolling boards from such a small boat
But they always came back with fish. I heard that Bob was kind of wild in his younger days then
he met the woman he married. He met Sharon at the roller rink in Post
Lake. The story goes he skated up to her and said “You sure skate funny” (what a pickup line.
After they were a couple, it was like he was hit on the head by a time to grow up hammer. They lived in a small cottage on Pelican Lake for a while then moved to Post Lake where they built up
the bait shop. He also worked in the woods cutting pulp. My brothers and I learned a lot from him,
stuff you couldn’t learn from a tutor. He talked in circles but told you the way it was and if you didn’t like it, that’s just the way it was.
When he took the Constable job a lot of people thought it was pretty funny, but he proved he wasn’t. One day I was on my off days and visiting Dad and Bob stopped by. He told me to come with him that we had to find a truck that some walleye seiners used to get away from some DNR
wardens the night before. It seems during their escape a warden was knocked under the truck and when he rolled out from the truck he pumped three or four shots into the tire that almost ran him over. They couldn’t find it that night, so I missed breakfast. Bob figured about how long it would
take for the tire to go flat, how far they could travel, and about where to start looking. We found it
at the third residence we checked.
He was a man of strong conviction and unwavering loyalty. If you were a friend or foe you always
knew where you stood. I bet he and Dad are trolling for lake trout right now. God bless ‘em!
The world is a lesser place with him gone.
Byron DesJarlais

We have coming to Post Lake every yr for about 15. It would only be for about 8-9 days but we always stopped for bait and a nice conversation. The other day we noticed it closed. He told us last yr it might be his last due to slow down at his shop. It's just sad. Our sympathies to all who knew him. We will miss him.

I am so very sad to see that our “Bait Shop Bob” has left us to walk in paradise now.Actually..My goal..when coming to the cottage..was to pay him a visit and take sweet Pepper the dog,for a walk.Oh!How I will miss my visits with this walking book of knowledge.Behind that person..who never minced his words..was a kind ,loving soul.He loved his little pup.Reunited now with his wife and son.Here s hoping someone has his beloved Pepper.

For generations our family has been visiting Post Lake from Chicago. We always made it a point to stop in and see Bob to say hi and purchase his great bait. We enjoyed many conversations and laughs! Bob was very blunt and to the point which we respected. Throughout the years our children would come with us to Bobs and he would make them laugh while giving them fishing advice. We looked forward to seeing him every time we went “up North” and we’ll greatly miss him and his stories. Condolences to his family and Bob rest in peace. Joe and Kristin Hallihan

I have known Bob Marine since I was a little girl. I used to be so excited going to His bait shop with my dad, Joe Hallihan, when we vacationed in Elcho on Post Lake. I also would take my now adult kids to go visit him. I am very fortunate to have the memories I have with him as a little girl, and for my kids to have made memories with him. Our condolences to his family. He will forever be in our hearts. Rest In Peace, Bob. Cathy Rydzinski

Robert was part of our family. He lived with us when we were kids. We lived to go minnow trapping with Bob, he would drive through areas I would be afraid to walk on and rarely got stuck. He was always loud, opinionated and fun. He helped teach us to fish and hunt. We didn’t realize we had a free professional guide but we were very enthusiastic students and listened and learned. Robert was usually right about everything he taught us. I wish I could have one more time with him in a boat fishing on any lake anywhere. I live in northern Utah now near my daughter and family, I bet Robert could even catch trophy Bass and Muskies from the Great Salt Lake. ( kidding) . He got us into the woods near Bogus Swamp peeling pulp when we were teenagers, I learned going to college was my new goal. The man knew the woods, lakes, rivers and pot holes better than any other man I know. God got himself one heck of a guide and wildlife manager. I am sure he will give the Almighty his considerable opinions.

His bait shop was near our summer rental and I would go there daily. I could always count on Bob’s straight forward answers to my fishing questions. His responses were never sugar-coated and sometimes quite colorful. Bob was a wealth of local knowledge and history having lived and worked the area for decades. He was “old-school” and told it like it was. I’m going to miss our conversations at his bait shop. RIP Robert and my condolences to your surviving family

Sorry to hear of Bob's passing. I had known him my whole life thru the bait shop. A smile, a story with a fishing report for me since I was a kid. An end of an era for me, rest easy Bob.
G Berzins

We were so sorry to hear of Bob's passing. He was such an important part of Post Lake's history. I especially enjoyed looking at his many photos in the bait shop of people that we knew from Post Lake. He was known by four generations of our family. We were so fortunate that our grandkids were able to get to know him and his beloved dogs. We will miss you Bob! R.I.P.💗
Barb and Bob Sagstetter

Post Lake Legend. He scared the crap out of 11 year old me but it never stopped us from going back. Treasure your stories about Bob. I’m sure he was grateful to those of you who always watched out for him and Pepper. Bob mattered. RIP♥️

I have known Bob for over Fifty years , he was always a cantankerous old man , but that what made him so unique, he always had a sparkle in his eye and a growl in his voice and fishing story to tell me. Over the last couple of years Bob has become more of an icon to myself and my family and to the Elcho area. Fish in peace my friend , I will miss are conversations!