Back in the 80's a couple friends and myself went on a trout fishing trip one weekend to one of our favorite spots on The Little Sequatchie River(Tenn). It was very remote and you could only get to it in a four wheel drive. The best part about it besides the great fishing,was that there was an old cabin there that was unlocked and anyone could use it (as long as we kept it cleaned up, NO trash left behind). So we jumped in my 4 wheeler after work one friday evening and headed out, when we got there some one had beat us to the cabin which was really rare since few people knew about this spot. Disappointed we set up camp a little ways away by the river. later that night after it got dark we started hearing music coming from the cabin so we sat and listened to it, as it went on we started yelling request up to them and they would play them. They eventually invited us to come up and party with them so up we went and met three men who where very nice and said they were part of the CDB. We took that with a grain of salt but man they sure could pick and had several guitars a banjo and a couple coolers full of beer. We had a blast until the wee hours and we headed off to get some sleep before fishing at sunrise. The next day my friends and I met back at our camp after fishing at lunch time and was cooking some burgers and dogs when we noticed a new man walking down the hill from the cabin and lo and behold it was Charlie himself. Man we where knocked out of our socks, needless to say we offered him lunch and he was glad to have some food and visit. The rest of the weekend was spent fishing and listening to them pick and sing great acoustic music. It is one of those cherished memories that you gain and never forget.
RIP Charlie I will never forget you.