Foghorn

I would have traded you some of that athletic ability for 1/10 of your artistic ability. Getting out of college, my first and only teaching job was at Hayti , Missouri. The basketball coach there was a guy named Don Tomlinson. He was a star at Mizzou in the late '60's. He was about 6'6" and as rough as they come. Norm Stewart said of him after he passed "there were a lot of broken noses when Don played here" or something to that affect.

That part about " ran us to death" would be a major concern for me.

You missed out not playing in the alley behind our house with Dad. You pretty much had to draw blood to get a foul called. Dad was supposedly a better basketball player than baseball player with scholarship offers from Murray State and Mizzou.

Me too! I tore the labrum in my right hip playing a pickup game with grandson. I was 65 at the time.

It really does seem that retirement suits you very well! Way to go Pete.

So Susie's Mom lived with us for 10.5 years after she had a stroke. I told her it was the longest 20 years in my life. We eventually had to put her in a nursing home and she passed away a couple years later. Nellie Jo was an extremely talented lady and her list of accomplishments filled up the pages of her obituary. We were going thru the overwhelming items she had collected over the years and found what looked like a hat box in her closet. Much to our surprise, the box had family photos and a letter dated 1864. It was a letter written by a relative heading off to fight in the Civil War. The pictures were framed in these little intricate boxes several had latches to keep them close. It is some very interesting family history. We will be married 45 years this June and in the early years of our marriage, my father in law Bob , pulls this old gun out of a case from under his bed. His great grandfather was a Doctor who spent part of his years out West. This gun he had received as payment for some medical assistance at a trading post. The gun according to my extremely honest father in law was used in the "Battle of the Little Bighorn". It was in really good shape and sadly I only saw it one more time before he gave it to his non hunting son Mike. Mike divorced his wife later and somehow she got the gun .Maybe because he lives in California?

Nice bunch of fish for an old retiree!

The fish don't stand a chance! Congratulations, now the fun really starts.

Or have you retired ?

Looks like a fun work(fishing) trip. We caught flounder in the state of Washington in the summer of '69. Had to ask how to clean those rascals.

Our road trips to pick asparagus resulted in poison ivy often,

I say I say boy now that's some chicken feet!

I was thinking relocating the bear with a 30-06.

Might need to relocate that bear!

Our previous trip to Montauk was the last day of the winter season. As we drove over the first bridge, you could see a big back hole sitting above the dam getting ready to do some dredging. We went to the campground hoping to find a brown trout or two and packed up within the first 30" as the water was clouding up. Figured we could get better water in the fly zone and instead found some quality fish behind the hatchery office . Pete is correct in his memory of how it used to be and how it is now.

Susie and I haven't wet a line in the last month or so with grandkids playing basketball, volleyball and and indoor street hockey on a regular basis. I suggested a quick trip to Montauk even though we don't like fishing the weekend . Weather forecast was great and the water levels were good so we made the roughly 100 mile each way trip. Lots of people fishing and the water a little green but not a big deal. We started in the campground and didn't see a lot of fish . It was overcast and the water a little green so that contributed to the lack of fish we assumed. The campground was full but a lot of the campers were in the process of packing up so we had some open stretches to fish. Nothing of any size in the park other than a couple 15-16" fish. The best fly for both of us was a tungsten bead eggstasy in "fire orange" and a bead head fox squirrel nymph. The last flood in March rearranged several holes of water especially the stretches above and below the electric hole and below the cable. Susie wasn't having a good as day as usual until we hit the hole below the cable and past the cabins. She had 5 fish in the 15-16" range in about a 30" stop. Totals for the day were 29 caught and released in 3 hours of fishing.

Used to stop the "local" train I worked as Conductor to hunt asparagus on the right of way. The dispatcher was an old high school buddy.

Grandkids had a chocolate lab that weighed in the neighborhood of 130 pounds. He passed away 2 years ago at 12.5 years old. Loved that dog. Youngest granddaughter found old Bishop after school lying on the front porch. Think she set and hugged him a couple hours not wanting to let him go.

Probably saw a tree down and that was his reaction!

Great day on the water and enjoyed the pictures!

Happy Birthday Pete. Hope you get a chance to wet a line!

Awesome Pat and Marty.

Tear them up, Pete. The missus had me doing yard work 😁.

Happy Birthday Pat! And on St. Patrick's day too.

RRSP used to carry it but not sure anymore. I spool it onto a smaller spool and use it for tippet.