"I can get it." "Let me help. I will just pull us in.' "I don't need help. I can get it." "If you can get it, why is it still there?" Dad and Jim were at it again. We were in my boat, fishing for crappies on Lake Wilhelm and Jim had just thrown his... Continue Reading →
Dad and Jim, or Jim and Dad
My father was my best hunting and fishing buddy. For him, it was who he hunted and fished with that made the day. My best buddy, Jim, was one of Dad's favorite people to fish with. They truly cared for each other. They teased each other in ways that only true friends can. Take the... Continue Reading →