And that is all we wish:
Are fishermen all liars?
Or do only liars fish?
~William Sherwood Fox, Silken Lines and Silver Hooks, 1954
"Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after." Henry David Thoreau
Now isn’t this a proud poppa with his three “boys”?? I can’t tell you how long it’s been going on, but my oldest brother, Glen, has been organizing a spring and fall fishing trip for family and friends for quite some time. Years ago when it started, things were quite different. Boats were smaller, no motor homes – tents and campers only….sometimes guys slept in their trucks (or in the heavy drinking days, wherever they passed out). Far back in the dawn of it’s conception, I don’t believe women were allowed. ..or if allowed, discouraged. There have been some wild times, but due to copyright infringements I won’t go into too many details. Glen is soon to retire and I believe he has a book in mind to write and I couldn’t begin to tell the stories as well as he will….floods going through tents, eating popcorn out of cowboy hats from the back of your truck while you watched it rain, guns going off in the middle of the night (Porter you are sorely missed),a log rolling over a cousin and young nephews coming up through the ranks to be initiated. Good times indeed.
I haven’t kept copies of all the pictures they send so these are only a few. I have only made it to one of the trips in the past, but was looking forward to going this time. Mom’s having a little trouble with her heart rate right now and I’m not comfortable leaving her here. So I’ll content myself with stories and pictures again….this time….but watch out come the spring trip!!!!
Photos courtesy of family members..not sure which are from who.
2 comments:
Really great pictures! I know Bill is bummed he isn't going this year. Maybe someday we'll just have to do a girl fishing trip! :-)
That sounds awesome!!
Post a Comment