Here are two quick stories I know.
You are correct about him being in the tire business. Orange County, maybe?
Jay would close the shop at the end of the day on Friday evening then drive straight to Davis Lake arriving just before dawn. He would fish all day Saturday only stopping well after dark to eat and sleep. He'd be back on the water again before dawn on Sunday and fish hard until dark. He'd trailer up the boat and head back to Southern Ca. arriving at the tire shop just in time to roll up the shop doors and begin a full day of work.
Jay was from New Mexico, I'm not sure where exactly, but he grew up hunting and fishing in the mountains of NM with his father. He and his father would take off for the mountains to go fishing telling Mrs. Fair that they'd been gone for 2 or 3 days. Well, 4-5 days later and they're not back. Mrs. Fair has to call the Forest Service to go look for them. Eventually the Forest Service would find them. They were fine just totally oblivious to the amount of time there were gone. They'd tell the Forest Service guy to let Mrs. Fair know they were OK and that they'd be home in a couple of days. Apparently, this happened more than once.
Whenever I think of the expression "tough old buzzard" Jay Fair is the image that comes to my mind.
“Behind mountains, more mountains.” - Haitian proverb
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