The hunting partner
#12
I wish it was a story of fiction. Today was one of those misty cold damp days when you just don't want to be outside to do any thing.
I took the pups out for our hour strolling thru the woods and over grown field. When I got back to the house I retired to my little room (man cave). As I turned on the light My fly tieing vice sitting on the shelf jumped out at me. The memory of us on a cold snowy April opening day of trout season 1972 jumped out.
We really did well that morning on brookies.
There are some other good stories here too. I often wonder if men are drawn together and seem to read each others minds because we just plain think a like?
Al
I took the pups out for our hour strolling thru the woods and over grown field. When I got back to the house I retired to my little room (man cave). As I turned on the light My fly tieing vice sitting on the shelf jumped out at me. The memory of us on a cold snowy April opening day of trout season 1972 jumped out.
We really did well that morning on brookies.
There are some other good stories here too. I often wonder if men are drawn together and seem to read each others minds because we just plain think a like?
Al



