A PHONE CALL!! 'Is this Mr. Fred????"
I have house guests coming in a coupled of weeks.
Colman camp lights going; four of us lashing together tomorrows flies. Two kids ... Big Eyes! Discussion on how tomorrow's fishing will go ...
I'M GOING TO NAIL THAT SOB, he's still sitting in the same pool giving me the 'finger.'
That from a 10 year old.
Us, rolling our eyes ...
Laugh, pass around the bottle again. Hour before day light, coffee pot (yes, one of those old purkie with the glass top), plates on the table, Cast Iron fry pans/Griddle, pancake batter at the ready. Chopped up saussie, hash browns/eggs in the iron fry pans
Small expectent eyes watching my every move.... you just can't feed a kid enough!
Just enough light to see ... Sun coming up over the Mountain; wander to our place to fish that morning. Back then there were no cell phones, we used hand held 'walk-ie talkies. Still have mine, work fine but no one really uses them much any more? Or at least that I can tell.
"Can I fish with you today Mr. Fred"
"Can't see why not."
Happy face as I pulled out/rigged HER a 11' 6" a full on
Bamboo spey rod.
She was darned good with that thing. That day I didn't touch a thing ... she hooked two. I learned to hate that kid.
Kidding aside, again, Their Mom had three kids one named after me.
[poke]Poor Child!! Her Husband is a total Sweet Heart, she had him 'wrapped around her finger,' think I said that right?
Huge traffic accident, he didn't make it, helped raise her kids, through University. Mother/kids at my dinner table in the motor home, trip to the Ocean ... "Why do you take care of us?"
I'm at a loss for words, look away ... "It's .. it's .. it's just what we Canadian's do."