Fished with the Owl and his son...
The Olws father and I have fished for 40 years, more back in the day than now. Started in a tiny , only bad weather ( too bad to work) and nights and the Owl fished all of it. We’d wrap him up in a yellow suit and stow him up in the bow.... can still see him up there... LOL
Didn’t want much to do with schooling, even ran a trap lines for muskrat before school in the mornings. Graduated, met a girl headed west and became a Fire Jumper.
Took his son fishing once a year or so ago but hadn’t seen the Owl in all these years, his son is the spitting image of him at that young age.
The three of us back together again with another Owl, best day of the year by far...
Owl #2
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